There was a metamorphosis of motivation. My dreams and hopes for my future remained but the whys and hows were worked and reworked and still are working themselves out.
We are often too blind to be part of the miraculous unfolding.
But I didn’t listen to my own words.
I walked out full of not-good-enoughs and comparisons. I walked out wondering and weary. I walked out with my eyes to the ground, brimming with tears as I let my feelings and insecurities deafen and blind me.