living in freedom or living in fear of rejection?

Hey friends,

I am excited to look back on these years and be able to share the beautiful and funny memories with my loved ones.

I don’t want to say things like:

I am so happy I stayed at the safe job option.

I am so relieved I never pursued my passions.

I am so happy I kept my heart to myself.

I want my stories to hold moments of rejection and risk because that means I lived them facing fear and would have more chances of reward.

I want to tell them of the times my sister and I stayed out til 4 am dancing in a foreign country.

And the time I explored art museums with friends I met the night before.

I want to tell them how much I truly loved everyone even after I had been hurt.

I want to be living in the dreams I am dreaming now.

Are you living in freedom or living in fear of rejection?

All my love,

Kaila 💌