There is a woman inside of me who exists separate from the panic-stricken child.
There is a person inside of me who is apart from the pandering author, the dutiful family member, the awkward shadow trailing behind the world.
She is beautifully independent and oh-so joyous of heart. She is a wide-eyed wanderer with a daredevil’s soul. She is the brightest part of me.
I am trying very hard to embrace this woman-child, hold her tight to my chest… for she needs not be trampled by the rest.