My head knows it, but there's this little pebble of disbelief or doubt that has my body unconvinced. So there's this underlying current of fear or discomfort -- some constant vibration running just beneath the surface of everything I do.
Go forth and create, people. Follow your heart. Follow your dreams. Do not let naysayers drag you down. Go make something of your one wild and precious life, critics be dammed.
I get to the end of a day wondering where all the time went. I feel like I should be accomplishing more, but I’m spending all my energy just trying not to get thrown off the treadmill.
But I don't need these self prescribed lines and boundaries anymore. I don't WANT them. I want to live outside the lines. I want my coloring to go all over the fucking page, lines be damned.
Just imagine how different this world of ours would be if each of us committed to treating one another with kindness.
I’d like to stop approaching my life as though it were one big self-improvement project. I’d like more joy and less judgment. More love, fewer lists.