Quit. Just walk away. From the work that isn’t fulfilling, the boyfriend who brings you down, the marriage that makes you feel like shit, the booze that you feel guilty about, the guilt you carry on your shoulders. Whatever. Give it up.
Who am I really when you strip away my cool clothes, my native language, my home country, my acquaintances, my friends, frenemies, lovers, family, my comfortable home where I can hide away?
A person who really wants to talk with you will always find a way. They won’t make you wait.
The interns keep disappearing.
Drink tea and watch a summer storm roll in.
Under no circumstances are you to commit to doing anything every day of the week.