“To thine own self be true”


Who doesn’t love a little Shakespeare now and then? I was having a somewhat heated discussion with a good friend of mine about tattoos ( I am for them and he is against) and started thinking about this quote.

Be true to who you are. Be respectful, kind, loving, overall a good human being but above all else be true to you. Without that you have nothing; it has taken me many years to realize this.

If you can’t be yourself, then who are you?

I thought I knew who I was, but I lost my way quite a few years back. I have again found my way; the path that I choose to continue walking upon. Sometimes, it may be a lonely and harsh road but as long as you persevere and be yourself, nothing can stop you from fulfilling your dreams.
To quote Robert Frost, choose the road less traveled by and it will make all the difference whether it be good or bad. Only you know the battle inside that each day rages on. The world is filled with so many people and opinions that you can lose yourself. Our inner voice can be overpowered by the roar of the world, don’t let that happen, be you. It’s the only super human power we have, let’s use it!



When I’m at a loss for words…

When I find that the words are not flowing, I look to the multitude of quotes that inspire me. Here is one that describes how I feel and lets me know I’m not alone..


“I write because there is a voice within me that will not be still”

                                                                        – Sylvia Plath


I could sit here all day and retype the quotes that motivate me, but I won’t. Every once in a while, I will share the one that speaks to me the most and maybe they will speak to you as well.

Happy 184th Birthday, Emily Dickinson

“Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all” –Emily Dickinson

As I reread your words I’m taken back in time. I try to see the world thru your eyes, using your words to guide me..

184 years ago you were born and the gift of words that you left this world, to me, will forever be priceless.. Thank you for spilling your soul on paper..

Sonnet XVII ( Pablo Neruda)

” I love you without knowing how or when or from where. I love you straightfowardly without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exsits, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

Pablo Neruda

The moment I read this sonnet, it became a part of me. The words filled me with hope, love, and much more that I cannot describe at this very moment. Just know that these words are forever a part of my mind, body and soul….