Safe People intimidated me at first. I also thought they were boring #confession. They didn’t cater to my gossiping, nor did they get a high off of the confusion or inconsistencies that I did. Quite honestly, they didn’t have time for it.
I knew part of my healing was learning to lean into Safe People. I wanted what they had. I slowly found ways to open up, communicate, and trust being held + heard. These people didn’t cringe or look away when I shared with them some dark stuff. They related. They listened. They cried with me. They didn’t feel sorry for me. They lifted me when I couldn’t lift myself. They also pushed me to expand. I didn’t like that, but I knew I needed it.
I’m only able to be a safe person now for others because of the environment + practice + support of these people. It is true, that you are the sum of who you hang with. You simply can’t expect to soar like an eagle when you choose to time + time again settle for the chilling in the chicken coop. 🦅
