There’s confidence that’s loud. Confidence that you can spot right away in a crowded room. Confidence that screams even from miles away. And then there’s quiet confidence. Confidence that doesn’t need to perform. It simply exists. I have learned the first type of confidence through years of training in declamation and oration. But the second type? That came slowly. Even now I’m still learning it. Still trying to be comfortable in it. Soft confidence is buying flowers for yourself. No occasion. Just because you know you deserve flowers that day. It’s being able to arrange those flowers however you want to when you get home. It’s buying that pretty notebook. And actually using it. Not saving it for a special event. Not waiting until something worthy happens to be written. Or finally using the pretty stickers with the confidence that more will come… It’s reading alone in a cafe. And being comple...
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