You know, we go through different stages in life.

There’s the high, the low, the spiky edge, the in between, and the whatever-it-is you want to call your current stage.

When I look at my current stage in life, all I see is a lady I am proud of.

Not in the sense of my laurels, but in knowing what I stand for.

And you know what that is? I’ll tell you.

Two years ago, I sat and realized I was the villain in someone’s story. I didn’t realize it back when it happened, but I did in 2023. The issue was 2023 was 9 years after the event happened.  I wasn’t proud of myself or how I acted. So, I decided to right my wrong and speak my truth.

I did, and it ended up well. I realized speaking my truth also meant embracing another’s truth.

Somehow, the theme of speaking one’s truth has been coming up in a lot of my conversations.

I wonder if it’s coincidental. Or is life trying to tell me something?

But what exactly is my truth?

Is my truth different from the truth?

How do I tell them apart?

The other day at work, I got an assignment that, in hindsight, I only tried once in the past year. I remember when I first tried it. I didn’t understand anything.  I’d say I tried and failed at the very best.

The truth was I failed to meet expectations.

 And my truth? I didn’t understand the task.

I got the same type of assignment recently.  But this time, my senior explained what I needed to do. It was basically my first time handling such work except for when I failed the previous year.

The funny thing is, even though she explained, I didn’t truly understand until I got my hands dirty.

The truth was she explained what I needed to do.

And my truth was I didn’t understand her explanation until I started working.

I have learned that the relationship between my truth and the truth don’t always coexist.

But both are equally important.

How do I speak my truth and the truth? Is it possible to hold space for mine and another’s?

Over time, I’ve come to realize that I can.

I know that now, but not always.

In the past, I only held space for my truth. But now, I see truths differently.

Would I go back in time to change things? Absolutely not!              

Changing things will mean not knowing the truths I hold today.

But you know what I can do? I can embrace my truth. The truths I learned in hard ways.

Embracing my truth also means righting my wrongs, even if it costs me my ego, or pride, to make space for another’s truth.

It means focusing on what I can control and what I can control is retracing my steps to understand another’s truth even if my skin burns.

Understanding another’s truth ultimately helps me live guilt free without regrets.

And living guilt free without regrets means I make way for the truth of others.

I’ve learned that truths cannot be buried. Try, and one day they’ll explode.

My truth counts.

Your truth counts

The truth counts. And when we honor them all, we live lighter