The Lyric Adellá

Note to self (and maybe you):

You should not have to fight this hard for rights you were born with. That injustice is real. And it makes the fight more important, not less.
GO VOTE!!

Note to self: (and maybe you)

The season you are in right now is not the season you will always be in. Seasons change. They always have. They always will. What feels permanent right now is temporary. Hold on long enough to see the shift.

Note to self: (and maybe you)

Stop replaying it. You can’t edit what already aired. What you can do is write something better from here. The pen is still in your hand. The page is still blank. Use them.

Note to self: (and maybe you)

You came out of something that would have swallowed most people whole. The deception. The love that turned cold. The future that evaporated overnight. And yet here you are. Still soft. Still standing. Still worth choosing — by the right one, at the right time, for all the right reasons.

Note to self: (and maybe you)

Not perfect. But present. Not perfect. But pushing. Not perfect. But worthy of every good thing that is still on the way. Don’t let the imperfection talk you out of the blessing.

Note to self: (and maybe you)

She prayed for love and got a lesson instead. But here’s what she learned — God’s preparation looks nothing like what we planned. She’s being refined, not forgotten. Decorated, not discarded. Her love story isn’t over. It hasn’t even truly begun.

The problem is usually with them, not you. Don’t react. When you react you give them power. Keep moving and doing you. You have to focus on yourself and your happiness.