Got my ol' jeans on and I’m headin' out to the garden just as the sun starts to dip low in the Texas sky ...

There’s somethin' about the way that golden hour light hits the bluebonnets that makes you want to stop and just breathe it all in. I’m out here pullin' weeds and thinkin' about how my tribe is lookin' a little smaller these days, but honey, it’s lookin' a whole lot stronger. Sometimes you just have to take a deep breath and let people go when they aren't vibratin' on your frequency anymore.
I’ve learned the hard way to watch how much of my own light I pour into folks who don't have a drop of compassion or kindness to give back. You have to take care of your own soil first, otherwise nothin' is ever gonna bloom right. It’s a beautiful thing to realize that the ones who really care, the ones who stay for the long haul, are the only ones who need a seat at my table. Nothin' changes if nothin' changes, so I’m choosin' peace and the people who feel like home. Love your people, and keep your heart wide open for the good ones. Hook'em y'all!