It was the honesty in which she spoke about having a bad day as she walked into class...the exhale, the tears...and the silence. I knew she needed her space, dance class and a simple understanding. Believe me, I knew it all too well...
Space, dance, and a simple understanding.
Space.
Dance.
And a simple understanding.
Later on, we shared our stories of bad days...raw and honest...nothing pretty. Yes, dear child...I have bad days, too. She reminded me, not so gently...to get over it. We both shared a reticent smile and in that moment I realized that she got it, too.
No matter if you are 15 or 36, getting over it can be easy...or difficult. Time works like that. It may only take a moment, a day, or perhaps weeks or months. Find space for you. Do something you love. And surround yourself with people that understand and support you. Be like Alice and find yourself in Wonderland...she had the time of her life! Explore your curiosity and find your courage. Feel bewildered, confused and lost...go ahead, experience nonsense! Take as much time as you need.
Its how you come back that truly matters...so much more important than how you arrived.
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