This is what feels like the truest interpretation of the last few months: I am going through a period of growth, and I am letting it unfold, and I don’t know exactly what its leading to but I know that I don’t want to dissect it to death or put a box around it, just yet. I am rethinking what certain taken-for-granted words mean to me: self-love, freedom, bravery, strength, kindness, play, sacrifice, dedication, trying hard. I am in a loving, safe, beautiful relationship with a man I adore. I have friends whom I love and who, I am trying to learn to believe, love me. I am noticing patterns