Dear 10-Year-Old Self,
Before you ask me when you have your first kiss or if you’ll ever have a boyfriend, I need to tell you some more important stuff first. What’s more important than a first kiss, you ask? Plenty.
First of all, don’t let that kid in your class, Danny, who called you fat, make you self-consciously wear oversized sweatshirts for the next four years to hide your body. That kid is horrible and years from now he will be boring and bald and trying to get in touch with you to come to the set of the TV show you work on. No, you don’t work on Cheers. That show’s not on the air anymore. That would’ve been awesome, though.
Another thing: Say thank you, always. Gratitude is the closest thing to beauty manifested in an emotion. When you’re grateful, people are attracted to you.
Also: Make sure you appreciate Mom and Dad. Yes, they never seem to let you do anything now except read books. Once you turn 18 you’ll never get to live with them again, and you’ll live far away, and you will miss them so much it hurts.
Next: Learn forgiveness and bestow it generously.
Finally: Don’t let anyone give you any crap. Mastering a balance of these last two will take you a lifetime, so you had better get started now.
Been so busy lately that I barely have time for my own thoughts. 2 months left before the move, but really only less than 30 days to prepare. I’m not ready, not ready at all. I’m excited yes, but when I confide in you about my fears, it does me nothing to hear you tell me what an amazing opportunity this will be or to hear you remind me that this is the big leap I’ve been dreaming of for years. I know all of that, but I’m still scared. I need you to just look at me and tell me you’ll miss me tons and promise me that we’ll keep in touch.
To do list:
1. Purge unnecessary material possessions
2. Pack what’s left
3. Make time for catch ups
4. Cherish living with my parents, curfew and all
6. Don’t be scared of #5
7. Grow up
Parked my car on my way home to soak in the golden hour. Something about a good sunset always soothes the soul.
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64 seconds to change how you treat the rest of your time in a day. Worth the watch.
I am a victim of my own weak will. Attributing error to anything else but myself. You can sleep off fatigue, but sleep can’t remedy mental frailty.
Despite being the Vday-hating grinch that I am, I still had a really wonderful Valentine’s weekend. Peter managed to whisk me away from my rotten ritual of hating on every damn Valentine’s Instagram and allowed me to revel in the remarkable beauty of a love that feels new and old at the same time.
I can’t tell you how excited I felt to leave work on Friday and drive through crappy pre-3-day-weekend traffic to see him. No fluffy expectations for anything besides experiencing the bliss of curling up next to your favorite human being, lulling in the sweet overdose of oxytocin.
He had to audacity to buy me roses even though I told him I stinkin’ dislike them, only to prove to me that perhaps I’ve just never gotten them from the right person. And he was right. Messily eating take-out fried chicken and shoveling rice down our mouths can be downright romantic with the right person. Comatosing post-meal and waking ourselves up to the symphony of our snores can be endearing in its own cringe-worthy way. And motivating each other through a 4.5 mile run (spoiler: we didn’t finish) with the promise of dim sum and then proceeding to order more calories than we burned can somehow make us even more attracted to each other than if we ate salad off each other’s perfectly chiseled bodies (Ha.). The right guy can and should bring you joy simply with his presence, and Peter does just that.
While I always hate on couples who spam my feed with mushy posts about activities they’re doing that I don’t give 2 shits about, I get it. I get that the honeymoon phase doesn’t have to wear off. I get that when you’re with the right person, you can be so overwhelmed with happiness that you think every moment is worth sharing. Hold onto that love, my friends. I might have to block you from my feed until you’re a little less FB/IG trigger happy, but know that I’m happy for your happiness too.
Four Valentine’s days down, each more perfect than the last. Can’t guarantee that we’ll spend the next few together in person, but I’m not worried. The Vday grinch gets enough loving every other day of the year anyway. :)
I’ve chased down a handful of magnificent Californian sunsets so far this year. Obsessed just barely begins to describe how I feel about them. I wonder how they’ll look from the other coast!
Happy Valentine’s Day everyone! Single or taken, I’ve been through it all on this day, and what matters is that you love yourself, take care of yourself, and nourish your body and mind with what it needs to glow with confidence. This glow will attract the right one. Seriously just be yourself and be yourself to the max. That’s the only way you’ll find and attract who you’re meant to thrive with. Same with careers and making dreams come true. Follow your heart…your passion…and you will end up in the right place. Love you!!
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This will always be one of my favorites