i know that most of what i was anxious about did not happen in the form i feared it. i know that the people who were easiest to be around were not always the ones who were best for me. i know that i am capable of more patience than i gave myself credit for and less than i sometimes gave other people.
i know that my gut was right every single time i overruled it and paid for the override. i know that rest is not laziness and that the two have been deliberately conflated to extract more from people who deserve more.
i know that some apologies arrive too late to repair anything but still matter. i know that being understood is one of the deepest human needs and that finding even one person who offers it is a kind of luck worth naming.
i know that i am still becoming. i know that this — right here, this version, this work in progress — is not a waiting room for the real thing. it is the real thing.
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