Confession: There are women in my life as well as just on the edge of my periphery, who totally set my heart a flutter and often illicit from me a full-on swoon.
You know, the kind of girl who is like magic incarnate, shiny in all of her imperfection and innovation, the kind who bestows her gifts freely unto the world, openly, lovingly and with a side of sweet and savvy bad-ass because she just can't help it.
Truthfully, it's not really about what they create, which is never short of awe-struck amazing, it is more about the how and the why, and their living, breathing story of a life embraced and well-lived as they channel goodness through all that they do, that is just so captivating. That's what I love, the way such girls bravely and uniquely share the world through their eyes, their imperfect process through soul-searching insight and achingly gorgeous voices.
I thank my pink skies every day for those who blaze the trails and hold their lanterns up so I can find my own way along the path, even if that means swallowing a pang of jealousy or a twinge of insecurity I might feel in the wake of paying witness to their light. This also is how I know I am on the right track in my own life, because I can see what it is that I want, how I want to be, so close, through starry-eyed, giddy, heart shaped lenses.