Is now the time to complicate life? Is now the time to say the thing? To learn how to dance? To renovate the bathroom? Is now the time to take a break? Jump with both feet? There are no right answers. Chin up.
Let it go, I told myself, but then I considered my other options. Let it out. Let it roll. Let it shine. Let it be. Let it fly. Let it in. Let it bleed. Let it ride. Let it happen. A little bit of each is okay, too. Chin up.
May your Wednesday contain unlimited smiles from strangers, your favorite song on repeat, the perfect (for you) amount of human interaction, an unexpected challenge to keep it interesting, surprise free time, at least one victory over your to do list, and good snacks. Chin up.
“Everything in moderation,” my mom has told me approximately 1,675,701 times. I have more of an indulge-until-you-feel-ill philosophy. It really just depends on what you’re aiming for (and what you’re willing to put up with). Chin up.
There are things that get better with age. Important things like self acceptance, perspective, and ability to manage my hair. Notably, memory, digestion, patience, and physical coordination do not seem to improve. (There’s still time.) Chin up.
Good morning. The marvel of Saturday is that we can fill in the blank. Today, I will be […]. I will do […]. I will feel […]! Early weekend, you make all things seem possible. Chin up.
Thus far, I’ve proceeded with the assumption that — at some point — I would know what I’m doing. I’m beginning to suspect that it doesn’t work that way. (That changes everything.) Chin up.
When it comes to enthusiasm, manners, rest, courage, vegetables, and a friend’s faith in you, a little goes a long way. (Imagine what a lot could do.) Chin up.
Good morning. Let us be astounded by ourselves. Fall in love with the people around us. Commit whole hearts to the places we inhabit. Sing out loud the things we whisper to ourselves. There is no room for half measures on this cold midlife January day. Chin up.