I shared a beer with an elderly woman some weeks ago, and it reinforced my perception of the life I want.

A life not limited, a personality not confined to a box, and a desire to keep growing and flourishing.

She seemed like a tough woman, yet kind-hearted. Her words wove great linens of wisdom certain to last a lifetime.

She spoke about diligence and hard work, emphasizing her resilience through the years.

She acknowledged that not everyone will see your magic, yet she spoke with deep contentment about who she is and what she has achieved.

Over the years, I have cared deeply about how I was perceived and aimed for perfection.

Maybe, just maybe ,my magic lies in the delicate webs of my imperfections.

And so, I will find delight in my true self and aim only to improve, not to lose myself in who society wants me to be.