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I’m the woman who moves through the world like she belongs to it. I have a habit of watching people closely, picking up on the small details most others miss—a flash of surprise in someone’s eyes, the slight hesitation in their smile. My hair, wild as it is, has never known the restraint of a neat ponytail. It tumbles around my shoulders, occasionally catching in the breeze, reminding me to slow down and take in the moment.
I find comfort in contradictions: I’m both fierce and gentle, reserved yet unafraid to speak my mind. I believe in the power of both silence and laughter—there’s a right time for each. And when I walk away from something, or someone, it’s because I know I’ve given all that I could, all that I would, and it’s time to move forward.
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