I’m obsessed with forecasting the behaviour or conversation before it plays out. I’m obsessed with doing my best to see the good in everyone. I’m obsessed with trying new things, visiting or moving to new places – I’m obsessed with trying to live an authentic life, to speak my truth, to support and uplift those to do the same. I go through phases of being obsessed with smells – currently rose is drifting out of my diffuser and I love it!
I’m obsessed with small moments and paying attention. I’m obsessed with connecting celestial dots – finding patterns in my life and others – trying to learn the backstory which may help explain why someone does what they do. I’m obsessed with date nights, affection – a bright-eyed kid. My partners belly laugh, smile and dimples.
I’m obsessed with my eyes, my brows and the shape of my lips. So strange how we love the things others have complimented us on. I’m obsessed with those true moments of vulnerability, shown by myself and others. I literally had goosebumps drift over me at least three times in this group. I’m obsessed by seeing someone live their dream, succeed, smile and storm the stage.
where rivers are born 