Had my dial set to wanderer teetering on lost for over half a year now. I feel like my identity has been a melting pot. I forget sometimes I’m happening whether I can come to a conclusion on that or not. But life’s been on a million. All the mirrors I’ve been meeting are happy to have found me. I forget sometimes that they can see me even if I’m not looking. But when I do stop to stare, I see my own self love in their reflection. Like their love and my love is all of the same thing. Im realizing there is no effort required to being loved. I am it while I’m rising and while I’m falling even when I can’t feel the waves. Turns out, not only am I deserving of love in every form, but even more settling, I am easy to love. & in all of it, I’m finding the me I’ve always been and will never be again in the same breath. In this now, I’m knowing & being & finding and this all exists with no real necessity for solidity. & there will always be beauty. “The secret to life is revolving around what you ARE rather than what you can be” These mirrors are beautiful to look at with or without me in them 🤍