David recorded our singing of “Silent Night” and we passed a cookie around, eating it from mouth to mouth; I bit deep into the chocolate chip so my lips could touch Angelina’s, and then Libby and I kissed under the mistletoe.
Find your crazies and love them ferociously.
Why do others feel the need to discredit someone’s attention and intellect just because something they have a valid opinion on doesn’t match up with their own? Look, we are all individuals with our own minds. We are allowed to like and dislike things.
For the past few months, I’ve felt like a potato. Kind of sad, unmoving, semi-mashed. I was doing a successful job of ignoring my health and pulling the “I’ll deal with this later” card. Which, turns out, means you rarely will do it later. Because later just keeps being…later.
Memories never forget. Memories make up who you are. But you can’t let your past seep into your future and ruin any prospect of happiness that you have.
The high maintenance, never satisfied friend that makes you feel eternal guilty.
It’s a charade, an act that can go on and on for days, weeks, months, and years. And all you’re left with is all of these emotions that weigh in you every step of the way, waiting to defeat you at the finish line.
Realize that laughter and comfort didn’t make you a better person, but endless nights of tears and disappointment did. Without knowing it, these “bad” things that made up our 2015 have also taught us life’s greatest lesson.
Stop telling yourself you aren’t enough, because you are. Stop telling yourself you will never find a love like that again, because you will. Stop telling yourself you are ugly, because you are beautiful and need to believe that. You are always, always enough.
Give up what you are, for what you will become.