I sure do miss us.
We are often the least grateful
in the times when we have the most to be thankful for.
I hated today, and today slapped me in the face
in the form of an overflow of blessings.
So many,
in fact,
that I feel like an absolute brat.
Instead of giving me a reason to stop complaining
God gave me 14.
and they won't stop coming.
My sister is gone.
My job is ungrateful.
My throat is rebelling.
My hair is bad crazy.
My body is puffy.
My closet is boring.
I really don't like you, Today.
You are more than welcome to leave me alone.
My job is ungrateful.
My throat is rebelling.
My hair is bad crazy.
My body is puffy.
My closet is boring.
I really don't like you, Today.
You are more than welcome to leave me alone.
If there's only one thing my
(short, hardly impressive)
yoga practice has taught me is that
at any point in my
moment, day, life,
all I can control is within the 4 corners that surround me.
How I handle what's inside those 4 corners--
actions, attitude, attention,
my body, my mouth, my heart,--
are everything.
and nothing else.
It is not my job to carry the conscience
of the inconsiderate
any more than it's my job to
make sure they get their
justice.
I have no responsibility
and have to ignore common reflex
to make sure what has hurt me
also hurts.
That leaves everything outside
outside.
I won't continue to apologize:
I am uninterested in your
unrealistic comparisons
of what a body should look like.
I am unconcerned with
unreachable goals
such as skinny.
I'd rather be healthy.
I'd rather be proud.
I'd rather be me.
I could post a hundred of his songs because
wow.
Allen Stone live is
life. changing.
Humble, happy, and
flipless.
and iiiiiiiii was unawaaaare.
I have it. For Aloe Blacc.
Yeah. I said it.
What does it serve
to have
when the more we have
the more we have to
lose.
I'M OVER IT.
Moved into my first big-girl apartment fully equipped with:
space
a pool
more bills than I can keep straight.
Lost complete motivation to:
spin
buy perishable groceries
primp.
Found textbook addictions to:
Candy crush
my brand new queen-size extra-firm bed
cherries.
Experienced just how long one can survive without:
internet
seeing the boy you like
a day off.
Entertained absolutely ludicrous plans to:
quit my job
move to New York/Seattle/Florence
open a frozen banana stand.
Worried endlessly about non-mutually worried:
customers
art to fill my bare walls
Donny, and when he'll finally go belly up.
And let's not forget about choosing:
between working out and working Bonefish
curtain/area rug/candle scent schematics
to be honest about your fears of commitment.
And responsibility: the reigning champion over:
becoming an unshaven (happy) hippie
ignoring ignorant design suggestions
maxing out all credit at H&M.
Because this young life full of
frantic preparation
doctor visits that don't end with lollipops
scheduled hibernation
Is passing all too
fast
fast
fast.
