When you left, I took a deep breath. And then I finally found rest.
The work I do now is 100% my choice.
Be gentle with yourself in the way they couldn’t be.
That’s the thing about learning to love yourself. There is no timeline.
Today I will do everything I am told I shouldn’t. I will quit a full-time job with benefits, healthcare, a 401k.
If I could freeze frame what happiness looks and feels like, it would be March 17, 2014.
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.
Once, I was so drunk that I fell down while my shorts were around my ankles and peed myself. There. I said it.
This year was fucking tough. I can’t tell you that it’s going to be “better” next year. But God damn, I’m game to find out.
I genuinely enjoy the art of grocery shopping. The weaving in and out of the aisles and gently caressing each tomato before it makes its way into my basket.