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Wednesday Whisper| The Softening
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I've noticed something lately. The things that used to take me three days now take me three hours. The frustration. The disappointment. The story I tell myself about what happened. It's not that those feelings don't visit anymore. They do. They just don't move in. Somewhere along the way, I've become less interested in being right and more interested in being free. Less interested in proving my point. More interested in understanding what hurts. The strange thing is, I used to think growth meant becoming stronger. Now I wonder if it looks more like softening sooner. Not because life got easier. Because I'm meeting it differently. Hit reply if you noticed some resonance when reading this. Love, Aimee & Gema |
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