With ageing comes a freedom. As the responsibilities of youth such as career and child rearing fall away it creates a space for one’s innate wisdom and confidence to surface.

Every night my kids lift up my t-shirt and snuggle into the fattiest parts of my stomach. It's their original apartment. The won't fall asleep unless a part of them is somehow touching my tummy. It's a swift kick in the face, daily, to be kinder and softer on myself.

Bravery is the sexiest thing you could possibly wear.

I long ago declared my own sovereignty into how I approach the numbers increasing. Gift me all of it. The shifting body, the reshaping of wisdom.

We are still us, with all of our gifts and all of our baggage. We have travelled more revolutions around the sun, have more lived experiences under our belts, have more traumas, and have crossed paths with more people but I think that's it.

Believe in yourself and your decisions, you callings, even if they may end in failure or a change of course, you are still always sailing in the direction of your heart.

For years, I buried my desires and needs. But wisdom taught me that I can no longer hide behind religious dogma for any sort of answer or comfort. I was forced to become true to myself.

It’s as if the shear act of me wearing undergarments turns him into a caged animal.

An animal that wants nothing more but to be set free.

I needed to find the strength and the wherewithal to find a way of living on my own, and supporting myself and my kid…What would I say to my 30 year old self? Elva, there are a lot of changes ahead for you. You need to be strong, put one foot in front of the other and get on with it.