Somewhere in the midst of a rant about the power of Taylor Swift, following the first viewing of the Barbie film, came a free flowing diary entry where I discovered what it means to be free within the pursuit of true and utter fulfilment, which eventually became this episode.

Honestly, strap in.

Some highlights to note:

Being your best isn’t consistent, which was discovered when I reflected on the journey I went on from 'needing to be the best', to 'I'll just be my best', to ‘you’re probably not at your best if you’re always at your best, because you've stopped growing'. In fact, maybe there is no best, there's just whole or not whole.

I also reflect on the consistent struggle of being ‘too much’ for people, and how the fear of not being my whole self is now more terrifying than the opinions of other people, which is freeing in itself.

Last but not least: “The only way to experience true, internal fulfilment, is to be full.” Chew on that one for a while (insert brain-exploding emoji here).

C x