Something I don’t see talked about, when we start to believe in ourselves, and good things happen, and it’s almost too much, too quick. Like, I wish I’d believed in myself a little slower 😆

It’s so funny because I’m one of those people that get impatient if I don’t see progress. But when a lot of positive things shift at once, it’s overwhelming.

So maybe, the bigger the thing is, the slower we need it to come, even if it’s annoying af. (And here I’m thinking specifically about my romantic life which is moving slower than the slowest turtle).