Just my thoughts...

I used to believe my scars made me unworthy of love. That being hurt meant closing off my heart for good. But the truth? Scars don’t make you broken—they make you brave. The courage to love again isn’t about forgetting the past—it’s about refusing to let it define your future. Love doesn’t have to be perfect to be worth it. It can be messy, imperfect, real…and still deeply beautiful. So here’s to opening your heart again, slowly, tenderly, and on your own terms.

Fall feels like a “new year” at work—re-energizing your goals after summer.