Fifteen years ago, I thought a missed bowl of sweet soup meant someone didn’t care about me. Today, while learning to say no, I finally understood that care can look different from what we expect.
Messy thoughts on travel, books, freedom, dreams, and becoming myself.
Fifteen years ago, I thought a missed bowl of sweet soup meant someone didn’t care about me. Today, while learning to say no, I finally understood that care can look different from what we expect.