I don’t want my daughter to be like me. I want her to speak up sooner. Walk away faster. Trust herself deeper. Apologize less. Take up more space. Ask bigger questions. Dream louder. And if that means she becomes everything I wasnt… GOOD!
I’m so talked out, im not addressing anything anymore. The answers you want are always in people’s actions. I no longer want an explanation as to why people chose to be weird when it comes to me. Your actions were enough for me to realize you’re not who I THOUGHT you were
The silence after you have accepted something you never wanted to accept is different. It’s not weakness. It’s not defeat. It’s the sound of your soul finally stopping the argument with reality. You don’t explain as much. You don’t fight as much.