november, fill my lungs with perspective, let my mind breathe. let my focus not be on clocks, but on the moments in between. let this time not serve as a reminder of how soon the year is ending but instead, serve as a reminder of good things to come. clean my doubt with optimism.
recreate yourself, endlessly, shamelessly, recklessly. recreate yourself, over and over again. you are never the finished article and you never have to be. you are allowed to keep adding color to the canvas of possibilities that you are until you like what you see.
it is not your responsibility to babysit people’s insecurities. you are not obligated to slow down your bloom so they can meet you at a level they are comfortable with. your growth is too important to dim the light within you for someone still trying to find their own.