This is a letter to myself, to the part of me making choices. It's a letter of reminding myself to embrace all the parts that is me, and that I'm in charge of my life.

This is a letter to my fear, telling it that the tables have turned. It's a letter about how I've taken back the control, how I grew stronger than my fears. I'm the one making the calls and I will never go back.

This is a letter to my creativity, my messy, uncontrollable and impatient creativity. It's a letter of love, but not an uncomplicated love. With creativity, the road will wind high and low, and it won't always be comfortable.

This is a letter to my stress, telling it that I'm done feeding it. It's a letter about our love-hate relationship, my addiction to it and my fear that I can't live without it. This is me telling stress that enough is enough.

This is a letter to my dream, that unreasonable, irrational dream. Telling it that I hear and I am listening. It's a letter of promise to fight for it, no matter what the world says. 

This is a letter to my inner child, thanking her for sticking around when I thought I needed to get rid of her. When I locked her in a dark room deep inside of me, and threw away the key. This is a thank you, and a promise.

This is a letter to my confidence, begging it to come back. When it has bailed, left me with doubts and fears, alone to finish a project I no long know how to finish. It's a letter written in anger and fear, revisiting the times when confidence was completely gone from my life.

This is a letter to my heart, telling the story of how it got buried deep inside me, behind a hardened rib cage and thick skin. This is me reversing the trip, to hear the beatings of my heart, to follow it's longings.

This is a letter to my patience, asking for forgiveness for how neglected it's been, how I've chosen Doubt and Stress over it. This is me wanting a change and choosing patience.