You may have seen my sarcastic twitter persona @CoKaneFriendly, now meet the other side: A Rumi quoting, spring sappling hugging, paintbrush pushing life enthusiast.

 

Anonymous asked
who is your hero?

There are many ways to define the word. 

Who has saved me? 

My dad. My mom. My sister. My brothers. My tribe. My self. Every lover who’s ever shown me my worth, and every person of confrontation who ever made me realize how little disrespect I need to put up with in my life.
There are many things I’ve needed saving from. There are many things I’ve gone through in my life already that some people never have to deal with, and every person I’ve ever known has somehow brought me through it to the other side.
I think I overlooked it for a long time, but I am a hero of mine. I think we keep ourselves in bad places because we’re waiting for someone to do the hard things for us. Either because we’ve been taught that’s the way it goes, or because we don’t believe we have the strength on our own. I’ve been tested in so many ways by so many people on so many levels, that I’ve worked muscles I didn’t know I had. I get stronger every day. I think it’s important we all do that.

Who do I look up to?

I take examples from every person I come in contact with, I take note of what I admire about them and try to see how I can make myself more like them. I am always looking for the good.  
My sister is the truest answer to this question, though. She is an irreplaceable example to me. She’s a strong, brilliant, funny, loving, peaceful, enlightened, helpful, selfless human being. A feminine beacon of strength, and an ever burning symbol of vitality and passion. She encourages and inspires me to be who I am and do what I love and pass on that same encouragement to others. 
She is one of the few people in my life that I can love so much that in the tiniest way it saddens me to know the whole world doesn’t know her personally.