The books you treat like bibles. The doodles and quotes in your journal, the Tumblr photos you reblog. The glossy magazines you flipped through when you were a pre-teen crafting ideas about womanhood that you’d have to dismantle for yourself.
You don’t owe yourself to the things you left behind. You don’t have to worry about the people who don’t worry about you. You don’t have to be fighting an upward battle to have a life that has meaning. You aren’t worthier for having suffered.
People think that they can only be grateful for the things they want, but gratitude is something you cultivate.
You stop assuming you know best.
We say we want unconditional love and happiness, but we don’t behave as though we do. We want love and happiness when we get someone or something. Why? Because it puts the responsibility of choosing happiness, working on it, and toward it, on something else.
Spend a day without money.
You’re not anti-social, you’re selectively social.
Who you were doesn’t have to bleed into who you’ll be.
A lot of friends.
Every time I’m trying to mentally comfort myself enough to fall asleep in a tent or in a friend’s guest room or on a foreign couch, I find that I have to place myself in the moment, and make it home, even just for a second.