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No one could ever judge me too harshly if I judged myself harder and louder than they’d ever dare.
Not all future paths set out for me were ones I had to walk.
“No amount of kindness you pay those types of people will ever change their minds,”
She reminded me of the sun, not just because of her bright hair and beaming smile, but the way she pulled you into her orbit.
There was no way to know my future if I never stayed in the present.
She knew when to surrender. A skill just as important as knowing when to push.
Scary things could be fun. I’d forgotten. Maybe I’d never known at all. I’d been too afraid to find out. Funny how that worked.
“I guess adults don’t really revive a summer camp unless they’re looking to heal something,” I said.
I liked men. And women. Anyone, really. And I hadn’t let myself hold space for it, because I’d been so obsessed with ticking off boxes for the life I thought I needed to have that I didn’t pay much attention to the life I wanted to have.
The best gift you can give yourself is permission to keep figuring shit out, no matter how messy it is. You can be a different you tomorrow. You can also own the person you are today. You don’t have to hide away because you might one day change.”
Life didn’t come with a guidebook, or a checklist, or a set of accomplishments that had to be fulfilled to succeed. I got to determine what success looked like for myself.
Messy was good. Messy could stay.
