Some days the little things that annoy you are all you can see.
We are complicated, contradictory beings, and we don’t always make sense (some of us rarely make sense), but accepting that about ourselves is the biggest step toward happiness.
Don’t beat yourself up if you are not productive or don’t have energy or don’t feel like doing much. It’s okay. We’re hibernating. Nature is resting, and so can you.
You have 95 unfinished, half-finished or barley started articles in your drafts folder.
Nature dies in fall, sleeps in winter, and awakens in the spring. Nothing blooms forever, and neither can we.
All I know is this: Losing two people to the same disease you have hit close to home.
If you’re sad, cry. It will make you feel better.
I’m a woman who has learned that being herself is the bravest thing she can ever be.
I can’t predict what our fifties, sixties, and beyond will be. But I hope with all my heart that I will be able to find out.
With it, my dream came back, and it is bigger than ever. And this time, I’m not giving up on it. I have wasted too much time already, and I have learned a valuable lesson: The chances you didn’t take can haunt you.