this makes sense to me (now). more and more this makes sense to me. so much unpacking to do. funny (sad) how hard it can be to find oneself (one’s voice). seems tragic (or maybe just bittersweet, or maybe it is a required part of the process?) but really, it does seem to be true (at least for me). i can hear all the other’s in me now, coming through, and more and more i can see (and tease out) who is them and who is me, emily. sometimes (oftentimes) it does seem it takes a long time to sound like oneself, but what a worthy journey (a rather noble cause or at least something worth attempting). i wonder what then would you say, who then would you be? doing my best to find out what this means for me…

❤️ emily joy rosen

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