To all the friends out there struggling while so many are celebrating right now, please know that you are not alone, and you are so loved. I hold you in my heart and send you extra support and love these days, and all the light I know how to muster. I love you.

I’m super fucking sensitive. I love this about myself only slightly more than I can’t stand it. Sometimes I wish I were an unfeeling stone who didn’t take everything so personally and didn’t need so much space all the time. Feeling can get exhausting fast. Mostly, though, I know my sensitivity is a superpower, perhaps my greatest, and it’s the thing that keeps me loving our world in a profound way, when I’m not too busy hiding from it, that is.

Today is the perfect day to do something daring. Like just be yourself, for instance.

We decide how much we want our past to be a part of our present.

I stopped inviting the past into my life.
It took the hint and stopped showing up.

Thank you for being such a beautiful friend.
I am in awe of you.

Who are you not to be yourself?