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The beauty of being who you are.

It’s been a full day which has filled my heart. Getting to walk alongside different people, and through conversation discovering such treasure in them, is a privilege. Being invited into someone’s life and journey is a privilege. It is so interesting how an open question can lead to a specific conversation. How listening and accepting with no preconceptions brings a safety that unlocks a heart further.

I love that we are different and that God created us so unique. I love relating to people whose lives are different from mine. And I love to see the sparkle that comes into someone’s eyes when they start to talk about something that truly makes them come alive. And in that there is so much beauty.

At the end of the day I don’t think beauty is about becoming something determined by someone else, or even yourself. Beauty is on the inside, and it shines out when you discover the freedom of being who you are and doing what brings you most life. Being alive on the inside is what true beauty looks like.

And as I sit here with my heart full, I feel beautiful.

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