If you find yourself wishing for motivation, this is my message to you to stop.
Your twenties are a weird time. You enter into them as an ‘adult,’ thinking you know it all, you have life figured out, and you are ready to conquer the world.
The idea of quitting everything to go run away and travel is the low-key idolized form of self-expression. But the problem with this is that it isn’t always true self-expression.
Beauty isn’t in one moment, it’s in all: the pain, the joy, the sadness, the pleasure, the laughter, the shame, the guilt, the tears.
We live in a world where we always blame the circumstances for why things are not going right. But what if it’s not the circumstances? What if we are our own greatest enemy?
Falling in love with anything or anyone is the paradoxical dance that is as kismet as the stars that pop in the night sky, the single wildflower swaying in a field of weeds, and the cool breeze that blows on a hot summer day. Every moment leading up to it, less bright and picturesque, only emphasizes the beauty of the fall.
We are living and breathing and going through the motions. We are keeping our heads above water and both feet on the ground. We are making a living and we are following a path that has as many highs and lows as we are comfortable submitting to at the moment, and this is just the problem.
The job, the body, the relationship or friendship, the house, the city, the new purse, haircut, iPhone, etc. will not fix the stuck and unsettled feelings that keep coming up inside of you.