Be so fucking committed to what’s best for your heart that you’re willing to sit through the most uncomfortable pain of growth and change, that you refuse to accept anything less than complete love and alignment.
“Finding yourself” isn’t really how it works. You are not a ten-dollar bill in last winter’s coat pocket. You are also not lost. Your true self is right there, buried under cultural conditioning, other people’s opinions, and inaccurate conclusions you drew as a kid that became your beliefs about who you are. “Finding yourself” is actually returning to yourself. An unlearning, an excavation, a remembering who you were before the world got its hands on you.