You Can't Be Late to Your Own Life

A mini, simple, honest, raw love letter from my heart to yours.

You know that feeling when you’re reading a really good book, you struggle to put it down it’s THAT good, and you find yourself rushing to finish it so you can know how it ends? And then you finish it, you find out, and then you’re left sitting there, wishing you could erase your brain, read it again for the first time, or had actually taken your time? …