08/17/2026
I've realized, especially the last few years, that freedom to me is truth.
I know no other way to be than honest...raw...real. The highest form of love to me is through that honesty, which leads to real intimacy. If we don't consistently show up as our selves, in all rooms we stand in, then no one can ever truly know us- or in turn love us. I've made the mistake more times than I'd like to admit, by believing everyone values that honesty the same way I do. In this evolution of my life, I no longer have patience for people around me who only tell their truth behind closed doors...who smile and weave their own versions of honesty to some, and quietly judge and critique in private to others. I think the greatest growth for me has been the choice to continue to hold an open heart knowing it might lead to more hurt. At the end of the day I owe it to myself to love fiercely and take risks, to be vulnerable and let people in- because that's what truly living looks is.