Fuck up and I won’t think less of you.
It doesn’t matter if you find out you’ve been wrong or that you’ve missed something important.
I know you’re good enough, no matter what.
Being scared isn’t who you are. Screwing up isn’t what you do. Feeling stuck isn’t what you’re fated to.
I know you at your best and at your worst, and you’re greater than the sum of those parts.
You can’t disappoint me, because I see you.
And I wonder.
What would it be like if you had enough blind faith, that you could never disappoint yourself?
