I love all of this. Thank you so much.
I often mourn what did not happen: that no one taught me to look inward for answers that are true to myself. Why did I believe people when they told me who I was? Why did I trust them instead of myself? Why did I ignore my own inner voice so hard and so long that I ceased to hear it? Somewhere I learned all this. And now I work every day to unlearn it with the help of my dog. She is a good teacher, even though she has no ambition to be one.