It’s time to get comfortable with yourself, as if you are sipping warm tea with a stranger. Or someone you haven’t talked to in decades. Getting comfortable with the scars on your body, the ugliness that you hide away, and the mosaic, the fragments that make up your life. I like to imagine a kindergarten making a collage, with sticky glue and googly eyes and glitter and rigid edges that make up the paper. There’s so many stories beneath the surface of you, so many delicate patterns that you live by subconsciously. Let’s get familiar with those parts that are wanting to be listened to, that are wanting to be heard, that are just simply wanting to be held.