We must be willing to go out with zits on our faces. We must be willing to attend a party when our dresses don’t fit. We must be willing to admit we don’t know something, and that we don’t have it all figured out. We must be willing to say we are lonely and let someone in.
I was so busy loving someone else, I had no idea who I was.
Start changing the way you feel about being lonely. Think of it as an experiment in “having lonely feelings.”
You have so much love in your heart that you want to give and share, so much love that makes your soul ache and your stomach fill with butterflies. You have so much to offer, but you decided to love someone who wasn’t ready to receive your love and give it back.
I hope you know that loneliness is not the antidote to heartbreak. I hope you know that pushing people away is not going to save you from their troubles.
For the first time, I’m starting to realize that maybe I’m in the wrong place with the wrong people. Maybe everything feels wrong because this is not the right direction, this is not the right road.
When you get home and your roommate isn’t back yet. PLACE TO YOURSELF. SOLITUDE. SANCTUARY.
I don’t want to eventually become the girl without a voice. Neither do you, so if your stuck in a rut of lying because your terrified of people seeing the real you.
Be present in everything you do. Pay attention to the food you eat and how good it tastes, to the wine you drink and how pleasant the flavors are, to the movie you’re watching without simultaneously scrolling through your phone and missing all the important parts, to the walk you’re on and how beautiful your surroundings are. Put in the effort, one day at a time, to open your eyes to the life you’ve created for yourself. Because as they always say, if you blink, you really might miss it.
I wonder if I actually deserve to be alone. If I’ve made my twin-sized bed, and now I must lie in it.