no one tells you how much of life takes practice. not just writing, painting, running, singing, etc, but practicing how to make friends. how to make the right ones. getting practiced at how to be a good friend, a good sibling, a good person. practice identifying when people havenโt earned that. learning to recognize your right to rage and, eventually, how to offer mercy. so much of life is muscle memory, and iโve begun to realize there are so many more parts of ourselves to flex and stretch and strengthen than those weโre taught in anatomy lessons

















