Thousands of versions of me have littered the passage of my life as I shed skin after skin, lesson after lesson to become the person I honestly can say I am proud of.
Breaking someone else’s heart. To a certain extent, it’s an inevitability. One that will haunt you, but one that will also humble you.
Promise yourself to smile. Don’t ever stop smiling. Even through the pain.
I don’t drink coffee, cigarettes are anathema, and I hate everyone else’s addictions with as much conviction as I love their counterparts.
Life after college is going to be harder that class ever was.
I don’t feel guilty that I spend my Saturdays getting massages and brunch, while my homeowner friends tend to the lawn. Ask a homeowner what they did with their weekend, and I would bet 9 times out of 10, it will have something to do with yard work.
I want to please You, and not the world. I want to do things for Your glory and not mine. I want my life to be a book of blessing, a prism that will radiate Your light.
It’s okay to feel lonely once in awhile.
Not being obsessed with Likes and Followers. Because being liked and getting friends on the internet won’t matter to you anymore.
Create your own path. Think about the skills that you do have and congratulate yourself on them. Nobody can do that thing quite like you can.