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Letter to my daughter

What is life without an afternoon spent giggling? What is an experience if you don't allow yourself to feel wonder?
I hope you never take yourself so seriously that you stop singing into your hair dryer or having impromptu dance parties. I hope you love yourself as much as you love others and that that love is absolutely limitless. I hope you're never too afraid to try new things, go to new places or open your heart to new people. I hope you grow through it instead of going through it, whatever "it" is. I hope you always choose kindness and generosity over righteousness and selfishness. I hope you keep an open mind and always find the good in people and situations. I hope you stay true to yourself, speak honestly and allow yourself to be vulnerable with the right people, and never lose yourself for the sake of keeping someone or something. I hope you find magic in the ordinary. I hope there is a place of stillness in your heart always. I hope you listen more than you speak. I hope you find strength and happiness from within and don't seek it from external sources. I hope you find someone whose soul is made of the same stuff as yours and that you experience a deep, calming, compassionate connection that sustains you through difficult times. I hope you always know your inherent worth and make choices accordingly. I hope you use your talents to benefit the world around you. I hope there is always a place for creativity in your life.
Finally, whatever you choose in life, I hope you honor your commitments out of a deep seated sense of purpose, and not because of a disordered need for safety and certainty. Don't be afraid to make a change if something doesn't fulfill your longings. You only have one life, and it is short.

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