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At Home In Your Own Skin

feeling at home in my own skin

Yesterday, I stood on a hill overlooking the town I’ve learned to call home these past few months. I took a deep breath, inhaling the fresh sky, letting the sun bake my bare shoulders, letting myself feel calm, feel peace.

I watched tiny children, running around an elementary school playground below. I watched the ocean waves cascading into the shore. I watched boats, like little dots, bob across the sea. I watched a plane float lazily across the sky.

And I felt, for the first time, that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

I can’t explain it, really. That feeling you get when it seems like the world has fallen into place. When you feel whole, at home in your own skin – as if all the tiny pieces of you have finally melded together.

I wish I could make sense of it, articulate it, box it up and share it with the world.

I’m feeling this way, because for the first time,

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Marisa Donnelly, M.Ed., is a writer/editor, credentialed teacher, proud bonus mama, and CEO of Be A Light Collective, a coaching and content creation business and digital marketplace. She is the Director of Donnelly’s Daily Apple, a flexible learning/tutoring and educational resource platform, and the lead voice for Momish Moments and Step by Step Parents, verticals dedicated to sharing and advocating for non-traditional parenting journeys. Marisa currently resides in San Diego, California, with her fiancé, kiddo, and their two rambunctious Pitbulls. ❤️