One of the best gifts I got for my birthday was the one I gave myself.
Last night, I tore open an envelope addressed to me. My name was written in wild cursive. I recognized it immediately; it was Sabrina’s. I excitedly unfolded the slip of paper that was nestled inside and started to read the purple ink message. After the first few words, I realized that it wasn’t a note from Sabrina at all. It was from me.
I’d scribbled the note at Sabrina’s workshop two months ago. It was one of our last exercises that day: Giving ourselves permission and wishes and dreams.
Somehow, the words I wrote two months ago were exactly what I needed to hear yesterday. That I could be whatever I want to be. But also, that I’m already beautiful just the way I am.