Every tool I use ends up showing me something about myself.
The tool isn’t the point—
it’s the way I meet it:
with hesitation, curiosity, fear,
or a kind of quiet defiance.
What it reflects isn’t its function,
but my own story about what I believe I’m allowed to make,
how much space I believe I’m allowed to take,
and who I believe I’m allowed to become.
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