ohyeselifresh:

The accuracy.

I don’t always feel, let alone know, that I am better than I was yesterday. Some days, sure. But on other days maybe just different. Or there are dark days where I’m sure that it’s worse and I’m sinking. Spiraling. But ultimately, at the heart of it. At the cold hard bottom of the darkest hole in my heart, I know that I am trying. I am always trying to be my best, most compassionate, honest, kind, thoughtful self. And I am not always successful. Sometimes I’m whiny and angry and selfish and lazy and sad. But I am trying, I do try, the best that I can on any given day. And that is something I feel confident about. That is something strong and sturdy that I can lean on when my legs are wobbly underneath the weight of my emotional being. That’s the kind of confidence I have; not that I am always better, but knowing that I’m always striving, and that that is enough. Knowing that I am enough. 

ohyeselifresh:

The accuracy.

I don’t always feel, let alone know, that I am better than I was yesterday. Some days, sure. But on other days maybe just different. Or there are dark days where I’m sure that it’s worse and I’m sinking. Spiraling. But ultimately, at the heart of it. At the cold hard bottom of the darkest hole in my heart, I know that I am trying. I am always trying to be my best, most compassionate, honest, kind, thoughtful self. And I am not always successful. Sometimes I’m whiny and angry and selfish and lazy and sad. But I am trying, I do try, the best that I can on any given day. And that is something I feel confident about. That is something strong and sturdy that I can lean on when my legs are wobbly underneath the weight of my emotional being. That’s the kind of confidence I have; not that I am always better, but knowing that I’m always striving, and that that is enough. Knowing that I am enough. 

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Sometimes when things don’t turn out how you planned, or how you, or anyone else, society por ejemplo, expected, it’s really hard not to feel like a BIG FAT FAILURE, but you know what?

We are all doing the best we can.

I am doing the best I can. 

And most days I think I’m doing a pretty good job. 

But sometimes I don’t. 

And I feel like poop. 

And I need to remind myself that I am not poop. 

I am me. 

And that is enough. 

I am enough. 

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I never dreamt I would fall in love with the desert. 

I am a mountains and oceans girl. 

Rivers. Lakes. Waves. 

Water, always water, thirst never quenched. 

How could a pile of rocks and a cactus ever compare?

But what I didn’t know then, and what I do know now, is that finding beauty in the rubble, in the hard, sharp edges, and seven shades of tan, finding true real heart expanding beauty in the desert, that is when you know it’s real. 

You were with me there. Even when I didn’t know it. 

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lukefitzphotography:

City aint so prestine. SF 2013.

Today my heart is achey. It aches for lives I cannot live. For people loved and lost, and those tumbling out of my hands, like sand slipping through the cracks of my grasp, my heart, my life. It aches for an undetermined future. For a past I miss. For a present I don’t understand.And all I can tell myself, over and over, as each heavy drop rolls down the length of my cheek, is that this is temporary, that I will be home soon, and the future will unfold, and I will remember the feel of my own skin, and there will be love and laughter and the instinctive grasping of tiny hands around my weather-worn fingers.

lukefitzphotography:

City aint so prestine. SF 2013.

Today my heart is achey.

It aches for lives I cannot live. For people loved and lost, and those tumbling out of my hands, like sand slipping through the cracks of my grasp, my heart, my life.

It aches for an undetermined future. For a past I miss. For a present I don’t understand.

And all I can tell myself, over and over, as each heavy drop rolls down the length of my cheek, is that this is temporary, that I will be home soon, and the future will unfold, and I will remember the feel of my own skin, and there will be love and laughter and the instinctive grasping of tiny hands around my weather-worn fingers.

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leemrsmn:(via palmist)
Some people aren’t even worth the bruises and scrapes on my fist that it would take for me to sock them, squarely, in the jaw. Even when really, that’s what I am aching to do with every fiery fiber of myself. If only shrink rays were real and could be controlled remotely, by satellite. *flick* into the ocean with you, to be swallowed up by the cool dark depths, leaving this world to the rest of us who at the very least try. 

leemrsmn:(via palmist)

Some people aren’t even worth the bruises and scrapes on my fist that it would take for me to sock them, squarely, in the jaw. Even when really, that’s what I am aching to do with every fiery fiber of myself. If only shrink rays were real and could be controlled remotely, by satellite. *flick* into the ocean with you, to be swallowed up by the cool dark depths, leaving this world to the rest of us who at the very least try

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"We cannot enjoy life if we spend our time and energy worrying about what happened yesterday and what will happen tomorrow. If we’re afraid all the time, we miss out on the wonderful fact that we’re alive and can be happy right now."

Thích Nhất Hạnh (via creatingaquietmind)

Sometimes I don’t even remember what I’m afraid of…and what the hell is the point in being afraid of something unknown? Unknown is just that, not known. It may be fear worthy. Or not. It may be inspiring. It may lift your soul above the clouds. It may warm you, from the inside out. It may be the best steak you’ve ever sunk your teeth into. The best chocolate cake that ever rolled past your lips and onto your tongue. Why on Earth, or in the stars above, would anyone want to fear delicious? Or even the possibility of delicious? And that is what I need to remember - not what I’m afraid of, but how to let go of that fear - for the possibility of delicious. 

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fer1972:


Adam Pękalski

love can be such a curious thing sometimes. you think you know your heart one day and then the next you have no idea what it’s thinking or feeling or doing. falling in love with someone, particularly from afar, can be even stranger, because half the time you don’t even know who or what exactly you’re falling in love with, and yet there you are, falling, all the same, and just as hard. in this day and age long distance communication is hardly a barrier, but still, you get to know somebody differently in person versus over the computer or phone. conversations take on a different flavor and flow. topics weave in and out of one another with seemingly no relation to one another and yet in a coordinated dance that makes all the difference. from afar you learn things almost by accident and sometimes they hit you, like a ton of bricks. you’re left to interpret and wonder about vague sensations or ideas, left to marinate with your own foggy thoughts, until the next time you’re able to talk. it can be challenging. it can also be just as beautiful, maybe even more so, when that person consistently demonstrates that they are exactly the person you thought they were and remind you time and time again exactly why and how they first captured your heart. 

fer1972:

Adam Pękalski

love can be such a curious thing sometimes. you think you know your heart one day and then the next you have no idea what it’s thinking or feeling or doing. falling in love with someone, particularly from afar, can be even stranger, because half the time you don’t even know who or what exactly you’re falling in love with, and yet there you are, falling, all the same, and just as hard. in this day and age long distance communication is hardly a barrier, but still, you get to know somebody differently in person versus over the computer or phone. conversations take on a different flavor and flow. topics weave in and out of one another with seemingly no relation to one another and yet in a coordinated dance that makes all the difference. from afar you learn things almost by accident and sometimes they hit you, like a ton of bricks. you’re left to interpret and wonder about vague sensations or ideas, left to marinate with your own foggy thoughts, until the next time you’re able to talk. it can be challenging. it can also be just as beautiful, maybe even more so, when that person consistently demonstrates that they are exactly the person you thought they were and remind you time and time again exactly why and how they first captured your heart. 

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I hold these truths to be self-evident;

Always be wary of someone who asks you to keep too many secrets, especially from their family.

And

Never trust a man who lies to his mother’s face.

We all curate;
it’s the nature of the beast. 
But I like open windows, 
and fresh breezes that fill my lungs,
and open doors, 
that let in the sun. 
I don’t like worrying,
or holding tight for fear of slipping. 
I like holding tight because in that moment,
I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better. 
I believe in genuine.
And honest. 
To oneself most of all. 

We all curate;

it’s the nature of the beast. 

But I like open windows, 

and fresh breezes that fill my lungs,

and open doors, 

that let in the sun. 

I don’t like worrying,

or holding tight for fear of slipping. 

I like holding tight because in that moment,

I can’t think of anything that could possibly be better. 

I believe in genuine.

And honest. 

To oneself most of all. 

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I started writing about anger. 
Earlier today I got angry.
The fire in my belly angry at the fact that I’m even angry kind of angry. 
Sometimes I get angry, I wish I didn’t, I wish I could be one of those perfectly zen yogis who just breathes out negativity and breathes in peace, a window, easy, breezy, beautiful covergirl, but I’m not. I’m just a regular girl, and sometimes, even as I strive for peace and balance, sometimes I get tripped up, and sometimes I get angry. 
Someone advised me to own my anger. To feel it. Fully. 
And then to release it. 
I was still working on the feeling it part, dreading the releasing, because I’m bad at letting go, even of anger. 
But then I got a phone call from someone I haven’t talked to in far too long who told me something so happy I barely even noticed as the anger just melted away. 
The fire that had been burning through my hands as I clung to it just disappeared into smoke as the enormity of my smile spread from my face out to the ends of my hair and down to the tips of my toes. 
I am so grateful for the amazing people in my life. People who remind me that the things and people who make me angry aren’t even worth the calories spent on typing out the letters; a n g r y. People who remind me that there is so much more, that life is beautiful, and that love is real. So incredibly grateful. 

I started writing about anger. 

Earlier today I got angry.

The fire in my belly angry at the fact that I’m even angry kind of angry. 

Sometimes I get angry, I wish I didn’t, I wish I could be one of those perfectly zen yogis who just breathes out negativity and breathes in peace, a window, easy, breezy, beautiful covergirl, but I’m not. I’m just a regular girl, and sometimes, even as I strive for peace and balance, sometimes I get tripped up, and sometimes I get angry. 

Someone advised me to own my anger. To feel it. Fully. 

And then to release it. 

I was still working on the feeling it part, dreading the releasing, because I’m bad at letting go, even of anger. 

But then I got a phone call from someone I haven’t talked to in far too long who told me something so happy I barely even noticed as the anger just melted away. 

The fire that had been burning through my hands as I clung to it just disappeared into smoke as the enormity of my smile spread from my face out to the ends of my hair and down to the tips of my toes. 

I am so grateful for the amazing people in my life. People who remind me that the things and people who make me angry aren’t even worth the calories spent on typing out the letters; a n g r y. People who remind me that there is so much more, that life is beautiful, and that love is real. So incredibly grateful.