I love you and the bangs that you cut for yourself in the mirror because you wanted to hide your scar. I love that little scar and the indent on your cheek and your dimple.
The truth is that we need to stop assigning value to a person’s job title and stop looking for joy in all the wrong places.
Sadness is a normal, healthy part of life.
I realized that I couldn’t do anything about my issues while I was at work and that more than just distracting myself, I was choosing to focus on the things I could do.
Be a good listener. Be in their shoes. Be understanding.
Perfection means that any judgment we’ve made is entirely subjective and therefore imperfect. Between endless reworking in the pursuit of something better, you often never finish it.
I realized, over time, that my parents aren’t perfect and that being an adult is messy.
As long as you can feel good about the things you do, it does not matter how anybody else sees you.