For two weeks, we practice curiosity over caricature. We cheer for athletes from countries we cannot locate on a map. We grieve with a skater honoring his parents. We admire sacrifice that predates the spotlight.

And because we know their stories, we care.

It’s hard not to notice how much our world needs more of this kind of love right now.

It made me consider how often we hide our own value behind fear or anxiety. How often we mistake visibility for worth. How often we stay safely busy, moving just enough to avoid being fully seen — to avoid the light.

Let this matter.
Let this hold.
Let this feel like love.
And it does.

She made authenticity look effortless. She gave permission for all of us—especially women—to be exactly who we are, without apology or pretense.

It has been a colossal reordering of my world. My friend’s words were spot on.