Basically, I’m a walking plot twist.
But somehow, my family? They just roll with it. Like emotional seatbelts.
You know what’s fun? Changing your whole life every six months because you got “a feeling.”
You know what’s even more fun? Having a family who doesn’t check you into an institution every time you do it.
Let me explain.
I’ve switched jobs, routines, dreams—sometimes like I’m switching outfits before a night out. One moment I’m convinced I’ve found the one (career, goal, passion project, lunch recipe), and the next I’m crying into my pillow because surprise—it wasn’t the one, and now I’m rebranding my entire existence… again.
Basically, I’m a walking plot twist. But somehow, my family? They just roll with it. Like emotional seatbelts.
Even when I make them scream into the void (probably in private), they never actually let go.
There have been days where I couldn’t even deal with me.
Where my own reflection was like, “Girl, are you okay?”
Where I was pushing everyone away, not texting back, changing plans, changing goals, changing my mind every 12 minutes… and yet—my family showed up. Quietly. Consistently. Without needing an apology or a full explanation. (Okay, maybe a few explanations. And a coffee.)
That kind of love? C’est rare. Et ça compte. Big time.
It’s not always soft and fluffy. Sometimes it’s them telling me, “You’re being dramatic but we love you anyway.” Sometimes it’s a hug. Sometimes it’s food magically showing up when I’ve clearly hit rock bottom (or just skipped lunch again because I was spiraling on a Pinterest mood board). But it’s always there.
That’s the thing—support doesn’t always look like a grand gesture.
Sometimes it’s just someone believing in you when you’re a human rollercoaster of chaos, ambition, self-doubt, and coffee-fueled overthinking.
So here’s a big merci to the people who hold space for us when we’re not our best. Who don’t say “I told you so” even when they totally could. Who love us through the job changes, the glow-ups, the breakdowns, and the let’s just delete everything and start over phases.
Et si vous êtes that person for someone? You’re basically a superhero. No cape required. Just snacks. And maybe some patience.
As for me, I’m still out here evolving, messing up, reinventing, and chasing dreams like they’re running from me. But knowing my family is behind me—even when I’m a tornado with a to-do list? That makes everything feel a little less impossible.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a new idea to chase… and a family group chat to reassure. Again.
Honestly, I’ve been more dramatic than this ride.
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