âYou have childlike energy.â she said to me.
I was silent. I knew that she didnât intend this to be a compliment .
âThere is an innocence about youâ she went on.
I met her with silence but I was smiling on the other end of the phone.
âIt is cuteâ she said with a mocking tone that was palpable.
âThank you!â I said back.
I know that my response wasnât what she was expecting. She was intending her statement to be negative. The thing is, I worked hard to carry this energy. I worked hard to heal the wounds that kept me from accessing my inner child. I worked hard to meet my days with innocence and excitement. I worked hard to be whole enough that I didnât need to walk around angry and bitter at the world. I worked hard to view the world with all of its potential. I worked hard to know in my core that I could do and be anything. I worked hard to see my inner child. I worked hard to embrace my inner child. I worked hard to be my inner child.
So, yeah.
âThank youâ with a side dish of âgo fuck yourselfâ.