

Today I accidentally spilled coffee on myself in a cafe - before I would have burned with shame and run away, but now I just laughed and ordered a new oneβπ
I realized that the fear of judgment lives only in my head: people are too busy with themselves to think about my coffee stain. It's important not to be afraid to show up, even if it's a little awkward - because life isn't about hiding. Have you had a moment where you overcame your fear of judgment? π