27/08/2025
I have self-high-fived more than I can count for the fact that I thought I lived this concept wholeheartedly. Today though I find myself proud of the simple fact that got out of bed. I showered. I washed my hair for the first time in four days. What I am just now realizing is that if I wholeheartedly embrace the live-out-loud principle it would apply to even with the quietest parts of myself. It shouldn’t apply to only the loudest parts of myself. The loudest parts of myself seem to be infectious: happy kind, friendly… They put a smile on the faces of others. Those are the parts of me that people wanna see. It’s a lot harder to show the parts that people might reject, the puffy eyes from endless days of crying, the unwashed hair from not having the energy to wash it, the tears in public, the tears more private.
When someone chooses to love all the pieces of you: the happy ones, the sad ones, the contemplative ones, the loud ones, the quiet ones, the angry ones, the scared ones… all of them. It can be really hard to let that person in; and even harder to let go of them.
Live out loud, not just in private.
