The Boston I live in is a magical, mystical city full of beauty, promise, and joy.
I spent the weekend outside, enjoying the 66 degree weather along the Harbor. I took a stroll down the Greenway, admired the public art, and grabbed a coffee at Rowe’s Wharf.
The Boston I live in represents the potential that is accessible to all of us, whether it’s seizing the day or seeing the best in ourselves.
My beautiful Sunday afternoon reminded me that no matter how many times I may have fallen, made mistakes, or took a detour in life, I have the power to brush myself off, stand up, and rise.
I moved to Massachusetts over two years ago with a blank slate, and I have been able to discover my true self in the process. I have had the opportunity to dig deep into my soul and learn who I am, what I want to be, and where I want to go. I found my own beauty within, and I have noticed the beauty all around me as well.
Whether you’re raising your sails for a new adventure or picking yourself back up, you have the power to rise, too.
Just remember to slow down, breathe, and enjoy the beauty that is right in front of you.