Ah, the Irish goodbye. In polite society it’s wrong, but I reject that notion.
“Sometimes the best thing we can do is fully appreciate what is happening in that room, at that moment, with those people around us.”
Friends call me a doormat for staying too long. Family members question my cognitive reasoning for remaining loyal to the loyal-less.
I pray politicians can work together, come to a decision and implement new policies immediately so this doesn’t happen again.
I can only do the best I can right now and then surrender the results. Once you release the bowling ball, your job is done.
Have fun with your friends. Eat a burger. Eat a salad. Eat whatever you feel like eating. Don’t count calories, count memories.
You don’t have FOMO
There is power in saying, at times, nothing at all.
I love that you’re not afraid to let me in, to talk to me, to be emotional and vulnerable and raw and real. I love that you put aside your doubts and trust me, that you give me a chance to love you, really love you, even where it hurts.
Anything forced will always be temporary and anyone who diminishes your self-worth will never be the person who brings out the best in you.