I hate words and they hate me. I would much rather leave an image there for you to discover it’s story and meaning yourself than explain it, because I can barely explain it verbally to myself. I just FEEL the image.
I open my windows and doors during storms because the rain and thunder in the air breathe life into my soul.
I clean the hell out of anything and everything. And that includes mopping the front porch, even in dusty, dirty Lubbock.
I put my all into everything I do. Because My version of hell is knowing my potential and never reaching it. I never want to wonder if I could have done more. I’m not afraid to fight for things, Because if “If not me, then who?”
Photo Credits: Lauren Hodges with @LoPhotoBirth