You.
You act out of kindness every day, not randomly.
You’re not motivated by the drive to hustle and make millions some day. Instead, your enormous ideas for life and your work are fired by the desire to make the world better for other people.
Sometimes — maybe too often — you veer into nice. That’s when you give too much of yourself away and end up exhausted.
Still, you insist on seeing the best in people.
You change your mind, often.
You’re dedicated to exploring your own mind in order to understand why you do the things you do.
Sometimes, you doubt yourself when you pivot away from a passion or job. Again. But that’s you. Once you’ve learned everything you can from a situation, you have to move on.
In a culture dedicated to instant opinions and shouting answers, you’re brave enough to decide what matters to you.
And without a doubt, you’re singular.
You’ve never fit into any category, neatly. You’re a weirdo, a goofball, someone who sings her own song. You make mistakes and you’re starting to learn from them, instead of hiding in shame. That’s new to you, this forgiveness thing.
Some people think you’re a bit of a mess. Some people have called you crazy.
And in the past, you let that get to you, and you tamped yourself down, tried to stay quiet and worked too hard to try to fit in.
After too many decades of masking and pretending, you’ve realized that the constant work of pleasing others only made you smaller. And exhausted.
You want to free yourself from all these pressures.
You don’t know how.
Yet.