december, close the chapters that don’t speak to my spirit and open up the pages that remind me of who i am. give me the courage to release myself from what i’ve outgrown so i can fit into shoes suited for where my journey is going. balm me in patience and soak my bones in love.
I don’t want to spend my whole life proving my worth to other people, because if that’s my focus, when do I get to live? When do I get to just exist, in the fullness of who I already am? Life is way too short to care more about approval than peace.