Dear Tiffany,
Sometimes you feel so small and powerless. So tired – bone tired, soul tired.
You can barely walk down two flights of stairs, how are you going to hold the line against the torch-wielding, hate-spewing slimebuckets who are coming for your friends?
Sometimes you get so angry about that. You want to be something else. Someone else.
And you are not a particularly chill person. Like, at all. You’re cold all the time, but that’s not the same thing.
You do not have any of the qualities that you perceive as making a person a ‘warrior’ – and sometimes you’re cool with that, and you try to believe the things you say about the movement needing everyone, but *really* you feel pretty ashamed about it.
I love you anyway.
You will keep doing what you do, because even though you are small and weak and achy and tired and cold all the time, even though you are a sucking vortex of Feels, even though you lack both chill and skill, even though all of that is true, still, I love you and you have value and you have something to offer and you will keep offering it because you do that.
You are all-in, even if your “all-in” is more a splish than a splash.
Anyway, also, there are so many people like you, who feel small and powerless and tired. Do they have value? Yes, obviously.
So, there you go.
This isn’t a great letter, but I guess that’s also okay.
You’ve always wanted to be a crow or a raven. Powerful. Magical. Mythical.
But I think you’re more of a magpie, and there’s also magic in that.
Smaller magic.
But still magic.
Keep on going, little magic magpie Gloom Fairy self.
Love,
Me