The Myth of Shedding Yourself
What if the parts of yourself you've been taught to leave behind aren't meant to be shed at all?
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I see her walking toward me, and I know exactly who she is. Not because I've met her before, but because I've been waiting my whole life for this moment. I pour tea into the rose-patterned cup I've been saving, and when she sits down across from me, I say:
"It's good to see you. I've been waiting."
She takes the cup, wraps her hands around it like she's been cold for years, and says:
"It's good to be here. I've been waiting for you too."
This was the start of a conversation with a version of myself I had dismissed for decades, who I only let surface after a few years of slow, uncomfortable work. Finding her and speaking to her was a homecoming because I knew her, and she knew me.
What's Next?
