I've been joking (not really) about
burning my closet down
and starting over.
and then i made the mistake of taking a trip to
forever21.
(i'm not. i'm 24)
never again.
The thing is that
i spent all morning on www.gabifresh.com and realized:
i'm boring.
i care too much.
did i mention i'm boring?
I realized i don't live in
new york/chicago/LA/paris
and that it's not everyday i need to be
fashion-blog photo-ready.
it's just that.....
it's time to wear what i want.
fliplessly.
I GOT A RAISE.
and i'm driving around in a new car.
and my insurance check came in for the loss of Donny.
and i got a decent hair cut.
and i have a great doctor.
and roommate.
and family.
and the holidays are on the way.
and fall.
and I'm closer to peace than i ever could have imaged.
and I'm not afraid to jinx it.
These things are irrelevant to luck.
and i'm driving around in a new car.
and my insurance check came in for the loss of Donny.
and i got a decent hair cut.
and i have a great doctor.
and roommate.
and family.
and the holidays are on the way.
and fall.
and I'm closer to peace than i ever could have imaged.
and I'm not afraid to jinx it.
These things are irrelevant to luck.
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.
