For me, dating is an entire world of anxiety. What do I wear? What if he takes me home? What if he kills me? What if I have nothing to say? Do I write notes in my phone for discussion topics? What if I choke and I die while he’s talking about his cute dogs to me?
Failing. Get over the idea that if you make mistakes or if you fall flat on your face, then your life is over. You are meant to fall and to fail and to fail again. Just like everyone else! It’s never going to be the end of the world.
Be a hard worker, but don’t wear yourself too thin.
Stop living a life that looks good to the outside and start living a life that feels good on the inside.
This should have been one of the most exciting times of my life – moving back to a city that I already knew and loved, and living with a good friend – a dream come true for most people, but I would never have anticipated that this would become my nightmare.
Gone are my sense of safety, my belief that the universe is an orderly and predictable place, my unflinching trust that I know what’s going on in my own body.
Let timing do its thing. Do not give up on yourself. Have faith. Have patience.
You are the reason why your life isn’t happier.
Instead of acknowledging you’re the reason you’re stuck you blame other people.
My twenties aren’t supposed to be my easiest years. They are supposed to be confusing. I am supposed to feel lost. I am supposed to wonder what the hell comes next.