Because I am more than my struggles and pain; I am more than what has happened to me; I am more than the things that have gone wrong and the ways I have failed. I will be light, and I will not be destroyed.
We yearn to be deserving of the status of being blessed, of being the chosen ones.
In a world filled with long commutes, frustrating relationships, and constant struggles, it can be difficult to stop and really admit just how blessed we are. But the secret to happiness that all happy people already know?
You know how some people throw leaves in the fall and let them all waft slowly down? Now you can do that with an untold amount of sweaters.
Whenever someone reacts to my childhood with sympathy I am always a little perplexed.
I’m admittedly one of the most anxious people you will ever meet. I’ve learned to joke about it, laughing about neuroses and my irrational fear of aneurisms.
