Here I am. Judged. π Blehk. π
I spent a lot of my life trying to avoid being judged.
HA!
I adjusted. Explained. Improved. Softened. Worked harder. Hardened. Tried to be understood. Tried to be tough.
Eventually I noticed something simple:
People who want to understand β¦ they will.
People who want to find fault β¦ well, they will.
No amount of explaining changes someone's motivation.
So here I am.
A little older.
A little wiser.
Certainly imperfect.
Still making things.
Still learning.
Still showing up.
πBlehk. π je suit mort. Satisfied?