And that is everything.
At first, the answers were terrifying. “I don’t know” was the reply to almost everything. But slowly, softly, preferences emerged. A love for rainy afternoons and thick sweaters. A distaste for small talk that drains my soul. A weird, nerdy passion for the way light hits water. i feel myself ifm
There is a phrase that has been echoing in my chest lately. It’s not loud. It’s not a victory chant or a social media caption. It’s softer than that. It’s a whisper of relief. And that is everything
I started small. I asked myself boring questions: What do I actually want for breakfast? Do I prefer silence or a podcast right now? What does my body need, not what my schedule demands? But slowly, softly, preferences emerged
Today, I feel myself. Not perfectly. Not loudly. Not without fear. But truly.