Remember the story of Pinocchio? He was the little wooden puppet who longed to become a REAL boy. I was thinking the other day how we are trained by the world to fit into a role that is comfortable for everyone else and in so doing we lose a part of ourselves. In a way, we willingly become wooden, less true to our natural core and expression.
So my question for you is….. when are you going to be real?
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