I believe in spirituality and G-d, because inner peace and mental wellbeing precede logic and reason.
I welcomed the first day of the new year resolution-less with a broken phone while nursing a small hangover. Tomorrow will be better. I’ll make sure of it.
Today in Zara “Wrecking Ball” by Miley Cyrus was played three times in a row.
I ran out the store faster than you can say “twerk”.
When I was a child I was obsessed with circle stories. I thought the idea of events unfolding and going back to where they started was always interesting, yet impossible. I was taught to look at life in a linear way, with the promise that nothing would ever be the same, but here I am back at home, unemployed (by choice), with the same dreams and goals for my life I’ve had since I was 8 or 9. Circles are not impossible. I should know my name begins with one.
I keep receiving Snapchats of sunshine and palm trees from my friends who live in California, while I stare at the snowstorm raging outside my window. Sometimes life isn’t fair.
I’m back home for an hour when someone crashes their car into mine.
Talk about starting off with a bang.
Romanticizing the past prevents progress.