The snow is falling so quietly today, as if it knows all my thoughts. Do you want to laugh about what they are?

(I know exactly what I'm no longer willing to accept)

(My thoughts and feelings)

That's the whole post, really. But let me explain why it matters.

The way she moves with purpose. The way she knows where everything is without thinking.

But I think there's a difference between judgment and discernment.

My hands know the old methods. I learned from my mother how to make things last longer, cost less, work better. And even though I could just buy it new, I fix it. I mend it. I figure it out. My friends laugh sometimes, like I'm being stubborn or cheap, but it's neither really.

think I'm figuring out that I don't actually need most of the things I think I want.

Today on the bus, I saw a scene that made me feel quiet and warm inside. Can this really happen in real life?? 💖

honestly

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There's this way of talking where someone says something but they mean something else entirely, and everyone's supposed to understand the hidden meaning.

They want you to be gentle about wanting things, apologetic about knowing your own mind. But why?

Judgment is easy. It's one of the things I'm worst at, honestly. Someone does something wrong or says something unkind and my first instinct is to write them off, to decide they're the kind of person who does that thing.

My hands are never completely clean. There's always something under the nails—dirt from the garden, stains from work, evidence of doing what needs to be done.

It's confusing because these two fears seem like they should cancel each other out.

I used to think forgiveness meant you had to be okay with what someone did.

Not like the glossy magazine version or the kind of femininity that's about catching someone's eye.