Day 3: Be a work in progress

I’m cookie dough. I’m not done baking. I’m not finished becoming who ever the hell it is I’m gonna turn out to be. I make it through this, and the next thing, and the next thing, and maybe one day, I turn around and realize I’m ready. I’m cookies. And then, you know, if I want someone to eat m- or enjoy warm, delicious, cookie me, then that’s fine. That’ll be then. When I’m done.

I like that the hero of the story can openly say that she isn’t there yet. Because if the Chosen One still has miles to go, then there really is hope for the rest of us.

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