I sometimes give up on myself.
I give up the hope and belief that good things will happen for me when it comes to love…hell, when it comes to life.
I have to combat negative self-talk way more than I’d like to admit (though far less in the past 2 years than ever before.).
But as I give up hope there is a nagging little voice, that I like to equate to Tinkerbell, that semi-whispers into my heart that there is hope…that it could be… that the dreamer/fairy tale princess inside of me can actually win.
This week, Tinkerbell whispered with a photograph.