I want a dog. I also want to travel and I couldn’t even tell you where I’m living next year, let alone in two years or five. It’s a problem.
I used to hate Hemingway. Now, I spend most of my time trying to write like him.
I asked her for a piece of advice. She reached in her purse, pulled out a piece of paper, and handed it to me. It said this:
Life isn’t fair, but it’s still good. Life is too short— enjoy it. Cry with someone. It’s more healing than crying alone. Make peace with your past so it won’t screw up the present and the future. It’s OK to let your children see you cry.
Don’t compare your life to others. You have no idea what their journey is all about. If a relationship has to be secret, you shouldn’t be in it.
Take a deep breath, it calms the mind. Everything can change in the blink of an eye. It’s never too late to be happy. But it’s all up to you and no one else. When it comes time to go after what you love in life, don’t take no for an answer. Burn the nice candles, use the nice sheets, wear the nice lingerie, wear the nice clothes. Don’t save it for a special occasion. Today is special.
Over prepare, then go with the flow. No one is in charge of your happiness but you. Frame every so-called disaster with these words: ‘In five years will this matter?’ Always choose life. Forgive but don’t forget. Time heals almost everything. Give time, time. However good or bad a situation is, it will change. All that truly matters in the end is that you loved.
If we all threw our problems in a pile and we saw everyone else’s, we’d grab our’s back. Envy is a waste of time. Accept what you already have, not what you need. Yield. Friends are the family we choose. Life isn’t tied with a bow, but it’s still a gift.*
*Some Google sleuthing revealed the author of these tidbits to be Regina Brett: www.reginabrett.com
I’ve never had a favorite building until now.
I FEEL LIKE THIS WAS MADE FOR ME
“You look upset.”
“MY FACE IS THIS WAY.”
Drunk confessions: amazed and repelled, what is life I don’t understand if everything is moving so quickly that I love it or if everything is so superficial that I hate it. and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel.