Thus, I’m just kind of floating through the world, intentionally of course, but fluidly, responsively, with agility and discernment and care and many mental notes that how I feel about myself may not always match the way that others feel about me. And that that’s a good thing.

And especially in a time like now, when absolutely nothing this stable or given—even hour to hour—flexibility will keep you from snapping.

There’s a lot of very inspiring discourse about setting goals and manifesting and creating a 5/10 year plan, and while I don’t think those actions are unhelpful, I do think that clinging too tightly to your idea of what achievement could look like limits you from sooo many possibilities.

I’ve reached a level of zen about always not quite fitting in. I almost find comfort in all the unknowns.

It’s a very in-between place. Not quite here nor there.

These days I’m content to be myself and let things unfold as they may. Holding on too tightly by attempting to control everything—people’s perceptions of me, my perception of myself, what it all means—is exhausting.

It’s not a new feeling for me. Not quite imposter syndrome, exactly—more like, I’m a liquid that’s taking the shape of its container, so technically I *fit*, but… who am *I* when I’m not shape-shifting?

Feels more straightforward & getting down to business-ish, rather than explaining / informing