Imagine hugging someone. Arms wrapped tight. It’s warm. So cozy. You smell sugar and roses. But something reeks. You’re hugging a VP.
There’s something interesting about how good it can feel to be chosen, even by someone we’re not sure we trust. Maybe being seen and being valued can feel very similar in the moment.
It felt the same but it makes all the difference. Being seen for what? Being valued for what? My skills, my use. Yes. My, a person, a human being. No.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting <3.
There’s something interesting about how good it can feel to be chosen, even by someone we’re not sure we trust. Maybe being seen and being valued can feel very similar in the moment.
It felt the same but it makes all the difference. Being seen for what? Being valued for what? My skills, my use. Yes. My, a person, a human being. No.
Thank you so much for reading and commenting <3.