Watch a ridiculous but perfect T.V. show like Gossip Girl or One Tree Hill. Catch yourself reciting the lines. Wish the show had never ended.
If I could write you to permanence, I would write all the words I should have told you before you walked away, before I left, before time and fate took their turns.
It’s insulting to think that you think I want to be this way, and I’m simply making a choice not to improve.
Arrive home. Collapse into a pile. Pour yourself some red wine. You deserve it. Ponder what to eat for dinner. Realize you can’t afford take out again. Maybe frozen pizza? You ate the last one a few days ago. Lay down for just one second. You will figure it out.
Mothers are expected to be able to do it all (and do it well), and Marlo isn’t an exception. Except, well, it’s kind of unrealistic when you think about it.
Ten months later you’ll be sitting on the cold floor of your apartment, the one with all the happy warm memories, and you’ll ask yourself what happened.
Record a hilarious YouTube video for absolutely no reason.
It’s time to stop being lazy when it comes to food, because better nutrition – which is achieved through eating wholesome meals – contributes to better skin, more energy, higher productivity and a better mood.
Letting go is the easiest thing to do when we’re heartbroken and defeated and mentally and emotionally drained. But running from my emotions was only lengthening the distance from my emotional freedom.
“He thought New York City was in California.”