I don’t deserve you. You deserve more – so much more.
If you hold the door open for everyone, the door will stay open for you.
For the next 20 minutes or so, Sema’s assessments flow in a stream-of-consciousness manner with very few pauses. There’s no stopping her as she expertly combs my cup in search of images—and, conceivably, hints about my past, present, and future.
I wanted to learn more about what a Donald Trump presidency might mean. There is so much blood shed trying to force me to have one opinion or the other, I decided to call one of the smartest people I know.
She was running towards an exciting and uncertain and even scary future (“I have to perform and do well!”). She wasn’t running with relief and the fading of fear. She was running towards the fear.
I hope I will have loved more than I’ve lost.
This isn’t the life we deserve at all. We weren’t meant to be so scared of failure. To be so frightened of falling. We weren’t meant to live a life full of unchecked boxes. We weren’t meant to concentrate so much on what we are doing wrong, instead of what we are doing that’s right.
Today, a good life means lazy Saturday mornings watching news clips and drinking a good cup of coffee with someone who makes my soul happy.
I would probably start by saying that I hope I have an exposed brick wall in whatever home I’m inhabiting. Something about me has always wanted my home to have an exposed brick wall.
Stepping outside of the comfort zone is fun and thrilling. It’s a reminder that one has to shake up constant routine to remind themselves they are full of life and have a pulse.