(A letter to the “INFJ” self – Me)

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(A letter to the “INFJ” self – Me)


Dear Me,

Lets take a train out of this place and let the wind dance with your curls.
Lets smile a bit less to strangers and lets participate in small talks every now and then, who knows who you might meet and who might just make a memory worth smiling about.

Its ok to not plan things and live out of your diary and planner- the world won’t stop. Time wont stop if you missed out on putting your white shirts with your black shirts and its ok to not place your teacup on a coaster.

Even though you love your sleep and enjoy watching the sunset, wake up an hour earlier and enjoy the sunrise, let the sun kiss your soft face and let your eyes tear up. 
Empty all your savings and go to Japan, Ireland, New Orleans, Amazons, and bike around Europe and be a bum in Italy.

When you turn 33, can you shave all your hair, go trekking in the Himalayas and live with the monks at the monastery- and when you do this, can you only take few warm clothes, a book and pen? I know this sounds planned but I want you to do this- take your spiritual soul on a journey. This journey will breathe into your soulful heart.

Every now and then, its ok to get your ‘roti’ wet with curry and its ok to not wear camisoles or slips under dresses and skirts. Life will still go on.

It’s ok to put yourself as the number one priority and not feel bad about it. Also you don’t have to protect everyone and everyone’s problem is not your problem- don’t make it yours; don’t allow their negativity to affect you or allow their energy to feed off yours.

Its ok to break the rules and its ok to learn to breathe the ugliness and darkness this world has to share.

Let go of all those people in your life who live off your misery. 
Hug and love the people who matter and treasure them.

Give me back my dreams!
Make this life your best life!

While you are doing all these things, can you not forget that little ‘food shack’? And can you mix all the colours and not colour code everything.

Can you dance and kiss in the rain more.

Continue to love Ray- he is magic in your soul!

Make love to your mind- and never stop loving your mind…make love, be love and create sparkles and stars along the way.

Let books and food be the other additional ‘other’, whom you make passionate love to. 

Let your life be the life that you so often dream about!

Love
Me.
(the struggling diplomatic and Politically Correct INFJ)
xoxo




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