Kelly Cleeve is a Buddhist and educator who swears like a sailor - is beautifully complicated and colorful. She lives with her family outside of Vancouver, British Columbia.
This book is a love letter to my life and my mental health. I hope the tears of joy, surprise, and sorrow I shed serve as a reminder to us all—every morning that we get to wake up and search the sky for clues about what the day might hold is a gift. Today, I might be a hot mess, but tomorrow I might kick ass and take names! Clouds come and go, but the sky remains blue underneath it all.
It turns out that my name means “warrior”. This definition doesn’t suit me at all. Warriors are badass, fearless and when the wind blows their billowing hair, their luscious locks don’t get stuck in their lip gloss. I, on the other hand, am usually a hot mess of anxiety and fear. I am not a warrior, yet. I’m still working on it. I am a warrior-in-training, a wannabe warrior.