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Wet eyes

Following a workshop, I listened as another participant shared a personal reflection. The words were honest and unscripted. As she spoke, her eyes glistened.

“I’m sorry. Sometimes my eyes tear up when — for the first time — I recognize something that’s true about myself and I say it aloud.”

No apology necessary. What a beautiful thing to have witnessed.

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