Love can be done wrong. It can be twisted and turned into a cluttered, mangled facsimile of itself. But the beauty is in having the patience to do it right.
I knew how to inspire others. I have pep-talked many a friend, mentee, cousin into their destiny. I knew how to say what sounded good but I lacked follow-through to live all that inspiration out. I also shared my hopes and dreams and blueprints with too many people, too soon, and too often. There is something about spilling your dreams onto the sidewalk of everyday life that can wash away its value if you were never fully committed in the first place.