🌙 Be Feral, Darling: A Love Letter to the Wild & Wonderfully You

Let’s forget the rules for a minute.

Let’s toss the life plans into the sea, scribble poetry in the margins of our calendars, and trade “should” for “want” like children swapping secrets under the stars.

Because here’s the truth no one told you:
You are not here to be manageable.

You are here to be majestic. Unruly. Gloriously too much.

✨ Be Illogical. Be a Little Bit Magic.

Logic is lovely for taxes and traffic lights, but joy?
Joy is irrational. Spontaneous. Disobedient in the most delicious way.

So go ahead—fall in love with a stranger’s laugh.
Buy the sparkly thing with no occasion in sight.
Book the ticket, write the book, kiss the boy (or girl, or sky).

Don’t wait for perfect. Perfect is boring.

Wait for goosebumps. For butterflies. For the wild yes that blooms in your chest like a midsummer thunderstorm.

🚘 Drive With the Windows Down, Obviously

Let the wind tangle your hair into chaos and your thoughts into poetry. Let your voice crack as you sing your heart out to the sky. This is your life.
This moment. This road. This breeze.

Say yes before you know how.
Say yes like a rebel with glitter in her veins.

Because the best stories don’t come with insurance plans. They come with dirt on your boots and stars in your hair.

🕊 Speak in the Voice You Buried

The one that was too weird, too loud, too “unprofessional.”
The one that giggles at her own jokes and cries during commercials and believes—still, even now—that magic might be real.

Let her out. She’s missed you.
She’s the one who knows how to dance barefoot in the kitchen and turn silence into song.

💌 Love Like a Wildflower

Fall in love without checking if it fits your five-year plan.
(Love definitely isn’t a wise business strategy, but gods, is it good for the soul.)

Let it be inconvenient. Messy. Wonderful.
Let it arrive unannounced and barefoot, dragging moonlight behind it.

🌟 Be Inconvenient. Be Radiant. Be Real.

You don’t owe the world a polished version of yourself.
You owe yourself the kind of life that feels like running through a field at golden hour yelling “I’M ALIVE!” with jam on your face and grass in your hair.

Be the main character. The storm. The laugh that echoes down alleyways.

Be the one who didn’t wait.
Who chose wonder over reason.
Who lived not just beautifully, but bravely.

So go ahead—be wild, be whimsical, be wildly whimsical.

And for heaven’s sake…
Let life surprise you. 🌸