I don’t know if you ever have days when you feel like you’re the only beating heart in the world.
I’m reclaiming the ability to ask for help.
The 30s are early midlife crisis after the disillusionment of the 20s.
Knowledge is food for hungry minds.
You are not other people’s expectations.
I see you look with yearning eyes for people who don’t make time and space in their life for you. I’ll be there to remind you as second best.
If you were a place, where would you be?
You may look back more often than the world tells you that you should. Maybe you should memory dive more.
We buy into the myth of the cold cruelty of cities. Yet, we only find our loves & friendships in strangers.