I asked my mother what she thinks about when she looks at old photographs of herself and she said “I think about how worried I was and how little of it mattered” — and the simplicity of that sentence from a woman who spent decades carrying everything has been sitting in my chest for three weeks because it contains a permission I’m not sure I’m brave enough to take yet
“I think about how worried I was and how little of it mattered.” That was my mother’s answer when I ...
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