Being Me. 

There was this weird moment when I figured out that all the boxes I had tried so hard to fit into with absolute perfection…the girl box, the wife box, the leader box, the mom box…were all just imaginary. 

And that being myself in each moment…my messy, broken, whole, beautiful, gifted, complete self…was enough. 

I have a hard time seeing the boxes anymore. Even the ones you think exist.

(There’s so much to love about the man in this photo. I relate to him. 💙💜❤️)

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