The Peace of Not Needing to Be Understood.

A sacred kind of peace lands when you stop needing to be understood.
Not because you’ve given up.
But because you’ve come home.

To the part of you that no longer performs.
To the part that no longer bends to be palatable.
To the part that whispers

“I am not here to be accepted.
I am here to be me.”

There will be people who don’t "get you."

Who misread your silence.
Who mistake your softness for weakness.
Who label your freedom as flakiness.

Let them.

You weren’t made to fit into their expectations of who you are
You are meant to simply BE who you are

Because when you no longer need to be understood…
you finally start to feel yourself.

Every little part.

It's funny because as soon as you start showing up, as your true authentic self it's like a magnet for those that 'get you' and repels those that were never meant to.

🌀
OFH invitation:

What would soften if you stopped translating your truth for others to accept it?

M x