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Don't ask where I found Liz Lamoreux because I'm not quite sure.  From a link on another blog, through Pinterest or maybe Brene Brown ... I just don't recall.  And honestly it doesn't matter.  She's a gift.  She writes this blog with advice about being present, being me, trusting your heart ... all the things that we need to be reminded each day .. sometimes throughout the day!

She has a shop on Etsy where I found this item called, 'a mystery soul mantra chosen just for you' in the form of a metal tag on a necklace.  I'm all about believing there are no mistakes, so I knew that whatever she chose for me would be the 'right' thing.

The package arrived today with wonderful cards inside that I will use as bookmarks and reminders on my nightstand to see each day.  They say, 'trust your heart,' 'open up and live,' and even 'dear beautiful soul may you give yourself the gift of five breaths, may you stand tall in the truth that you are deeply loved, and may you open your heart even more today and may you know you are enough..'

Wow!

And the best part.  The necklace.

it says ..

'begin'

How could she have known I was getting ready to begin another tremendous chapter in my life.  A move,  a new job, a new adventure ... all this newness.  And what was the message?  Begin.  just begin.


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  1. I love it so much! I'll have to check her out! And good luck with all the newness! Sounds like quite the adventure!

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  2. Lea - thanks! Our move is to Wylie - and until I looked it up I didn't realize you were in the Fort Worth area! We're originally from upstate New York, via central VA and central IL - so Texas is a complete change for us! Looking forward to the adventure!

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