What if trust lived within me?
For years I thought trust lived outside of me. I will trust others only if they do or say the right thing, and not just once, but time and time again. Trust needed to be earned. I would test them and then re-test them, often giving out barely passing grades.
But what if trust lived within me? What if my relationship with trust was unwavering? What would it look like if outside circumstances didn’t override my own sense of certainty and integrity? What if trust was given as a gift of grace? What if I trusted myself so much that I knew when to stay, and when to leave?
Food for thought <3
Photographer: Wendy Kathleen