I learned this year what unconditionally loving connections feel like and I am humbled by it. To be loved and free. Free of judgment, yet genuinely fully transparent. Where my vulnerability and my stoicism are equally valued and accepted as very real parts of me. Serious and silly. Witty and intelligent, and also slow and spacey. And I have people who look at me with a certain spark in their eyes, and when I take a moment to investigate it, I see the universe reflected back at me. I realize that someone sees the universe inside of me. And it’s something I have noticed in people my entire life. And now, now it is my turn, and I am just humbled by this feeling. I am loved. And all it took was letting the mask fall and deciding to be who I really am. And the people who have met this version of me, know the real me, this person who I have evolved into and decided to embody fearlessly; they know this “me”, without a history to reference and distort who I really am. And that makes it that much more beautiful. In a way, I feel like these people are getting to know me more than those that have known me forever. Because what I have shown them is purely my soul. They don’t know the years of masks I have alternated through trying to garner a sense of identity.
And for the first time in my life. I feel like my soul is precious. It’s beautiful. It’s safe. For the first time in my life, I don’t believe anyone who tries to convince me otherwise. I don’t believe anyones projections. I am good. I am purified. I am free. I am allowed to feel this way.
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