Happiness is a rare commodity now, and if you can find it outside the box then just go outside the box.
Stripping yourself of the ego means questioning everything you’ve ever been taught.
We knew that love was beautiful and complex, but we also understood that love wasn’t easy.
We all wonder about our exes, even if it is for a short period of time and how they feel about the break up regardless of who initiated it. Are they sad? Mad? Angry? Hurt? Happy?
I’m learning regrets are lessons we need to learn from and the more we clean up, the quicker we learn and the more time we have to enjoy what time we have left.
The truth is, I feel lost. I feel swallowed by my emotions, by feelings of insufficiency, doubt, and panic. I find it difficult to get through my day; I have to consciously push away negative feelings and angry impulses.
It is an incessant ache in your soul that never quite goes away. It is the hollow in your heart that is deeper than an ocean. It knows how to claw out of your chest when you try to bury it.
I will overcome this. I will remain hopeful. I will fight this.
I loved you in ways I never prepared myself to.
I remember the moment I first heard of “the nod.”
The sadness won’t last forever. Yes, there will always be waves. Even though there are times we feel utterly helpless and confused and hurt, there will also be the times we feel like we have made it.
Drop that rock of burden, don’t carry it on your own, lift it instead and as you do He will lift it up with you. He is more willing to do so with you.
For the last three days, every single morning I woke up with a visceral feeling flooding through my body as my chest wrapped itself around my heart suffocating what you have left of it.
I hope you will continually get back up anytime you feel that life is trying to break you down to pieces. None of us are free from the hurt that we experience in life, but there is always a beautiful lesson to be carried forward.
“Let me tell you what I believe,” the bartender told me as he slid my Irish Mule across the dimly lit counter.
So, with industrialization, courtship had suddenly changed. It had gone from “calling” to “dating.” And men’s money was now at the center of the interaction. Dating had become transactional.
I am made for the One who made me before I’m made for you. I am His woman first, yours second.
I believe that the willingness to be vulnerable is perhaps one of the most powerful choices anyone can make.
It’s so obvious when people are creating bullshit content that they’ve put in a content calendar just to meet their personal quota.
I want a mature kind of love. A love where games would not need to be played.
And most importantly, have faith. I am not religious, but I have faith, deep down. I have faith in myself, and in the universe.
Ah, young adulthood. Does it get any more awkward than this?
We trust you, we do, but to honor this we must learn to honor ourselves.
“So…just have sex? With random girls?”
The line was still connected while my caller was attacked, and what I heard for the next 30 seconds made me puke at my desk.
Rather than lament the past or worry about what’s to come, find the freedom to be as present as you’ve ever been.
It’s a funny dance, this life. One minute you’re feeling the golden hue internally and dancing in your own sunshine. Some days, you are so abundant in gratitude and everything you touch turns to gold. And then the dance shifts.
You stop wondering why it had to end.
You value your own company.
I try to imagine what would have happened if you’d not been there during the times I needed someone. It’s difficult to imagine. It would have been difficult without you.
Life is short. We’ve all heard it. But we don’t all understand it. Are you going to hate on yourself for the next 30 plus years?
In a world full of swiping right based purely on physical appearances, I’d rather be alone with my dogs.
I’m still afraid of that riptide tearing me back, drowning me again like all the others. Hold me above water and I promise I won’t ever falter.
You are not only my sibling, you are my best friend. You are my confidante, my cushion, my motivator.
The lesson I choose to take from this is this: when someone shows you their true colors, see them.
Who gave you permission to write about him when he doesn’t deserve your poetry?
Fight because the world needs you.
Lord, please forgive me for being so blind to see that You carried me through all my rough seas and never left me.
Face it, you’re good at what you do.
Help others, and in turn, help yourself. The only way to keep anything is by giving it away.
Begin by loving yourself and focus on you, specifically if you have been hurt in the past.
Remember me giddy with butterflies in my stomach as we spent nights near the field I grew up playing at – a spot to call our own. Nights where we talked and laughed so much my cheeks hurt but I never wanted the night to come to an end.
It never gets old, the way you love. So deep and true, I could taste your love on my very lips.
What is it like to miss someone you never met? It seems impossible, but I will tell you.
Deep trust leads to intimacy that touches not just the hearts but also the souls. It’s worth it.
Finding your inner peace is finding your inner warrior.
I know that you’ve tried your best. I know that you never feel that you’re enough. And I understand that you’re tired.
I am playing for the girl I used to be. The one who never felt like she belonged.
I wish I could write something poetic about us.
I don’t know what makes me happy.