I’ve seen people I met in different chapters of life rise to incredible heights. Degrees. Accolades. Platforms. Rooms with names I can’t even pronounce. And I love that for them — truly. I’m content sitting in the corner, just observing.
But I’ve also watched some of the warmest souls become cold. Dismissive. Entitled. Bitter.
Using their “I made it” moment as payback for the rejection they once faced. Wielding success as a sword — not a seed.In a time where everybody wants to be her…
“She” is not who I aspire to be. You can keep “her.”
I’m more concerned with who I’m becoming behind the applause. The posture of my heart. The way I make people feel when the spotlight dims.
Growth without grace isn’t elevation — it’s ego. And I’m not building that.