Happy Friday, Queen π Last night I took a poetic trip down memory lane… And while I'm not the sappiest person on earth… I found some comfort in it, and I think you'll love reading it too… Because I think we can all find a little bit of ourselves in what I wrote: |
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Happy Friday, Queen π Last night I took a poetic trip down memory lane… And while I'm not the sappiest person on earth… I found some comfort in it, and I think you'll love reading it too… Because I think we can all find a little bit of ourselves in what I wrote: | | Dear Younger Me,
Remember dancing through the morning, beaming with energy?
Coffee was optional, smiles were constant
And your vibrance shined through, effortlessly Dear Younger Me,
Remember when aches were whispers, not loud demands?
Your back never complained, your knees never argued
Movement was play, not work Dear Younger Me,
Remember when periods were a breeze?
Cramps and aches were present, but manageable,
And chocolate, Netflix, and blankets were reliable remedies. Dear Younger Me,
Remember when harder days weren't so common?
They went as quick as they came,
And there wasn't anything a good night's sleep couldn't fix Speaking of… Dear Younger Me,
Remember when nights were actually… fun?
Dancing and laughing till the early hours,
Without punishment to face the next morning Dear Younger Me,
Remember when your mind was on your side?
Clear, calm, and there to support you
And help you think your way out of your struggles It makes me wonder… Dear Younger Me,
Why keep you a distant memory?
Your youthful touch was always here,
Just lying dormant and waiting for me Dear Younger Me,
I might not be a bright-eyed young lady anymore,
And I never will be
But you're not as far away as you first seemed Dear Younger Me,
I can finally come home to you,
And all I needed was to find the path. | | Did this hit a chord with you the same way it did for me, Queen? Because that's really how I feel now, especially since reclaiming my health and feminine power. And if you haven't already, Have a lovely weekend, Queen! | | Shelby
PQ Founder
P.S. I'm not poet, so I'd love to hear what you think about my poemπ₯Ίππ I don't plan to share any more in the future, but I'm still curious to hear your thoughts! | | Dear Younger Me,
Remember dancing through the morning, beaming with energy?
Coffee was optional, smiles were constant
And your vibrance shined through, effortlessly Dear Younger Me,
Remember when aches were whispers, not loud demands?
Your back never complained, your knees never argued
Movement was play, not work Dear Younger Me,
Remember when periods were a breeze?
Cramps and aches were present, but manageable,
And chocolate, Netflix, and blankets were reliable remedies. Dear Younger Me,
Remember when harder days weren't so common?
They went as quick as they came,
And there wasn't anything a good night's sleep couldn't fix Speaking of… Dear Younger Me,
Remember when nights were actually… fun?
Dancing and laughing till the early hours,
Without punishment to face the next morning Dear Younger Me,
Remember when your mind was on your side?
Clear, calm, and there to support you
And help you think your way out of your struggles It makes me wonder… Dear Younger Me,
Why keep you a distant memory?
Your youthful touch was always here,
Just lying dormant and waiting for me Dear Younger Me,
I might not be a bright-eyed young lady anymore,
And I never will be
But you're not as far away as you first seemed Dear Younger Me,
I can finally come home to you,
And all I needed was to find the path. |
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