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{Quote of the Week.}

“Not everyone is okay with living like an open wound. But the thing about open wounds is that, well, you aren’t ignoring it. You’re healing; the fresh air can get to it. It’s honest. You aren’t hiding who you are. You aren’t rotting. People can give you advice on how to heal without scarring badly. But on the other hand there are some people who’ll feel uncomfortable around you. Some will even point and laugh. But we all have wounds.” Warsan Shire.

Also, this.

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Heart to Heart.

I had dinner with my dear friend Gabby earlier this week and was reminded of how important these conversations are. How talking with a kindred spirit is always crucial in not losing sight of what you’re hopes are and why we get out of bed every morning in the first place.

I have so many wonderful friends who take time to talk me through my inevitable over-analyzing and moments of complete confusion. I can’t imagine what I’d do without them.

It’s weeks like this that I need them most. You see, I tend to let myself fall for people that aren’t necessarily right for me, and this time was no different. (Well, only slightly, because falling for a close friend only complicates everything. But that’s neither here nor there. For the moment, anyway…) But even in the wake of hearing “I never cared as much as you do” or “I will never feel that way about you” I manage to always come slinking out of the trenches, crawl right back into the arms of my friends, always waiting there to take be back in, wipe off my tears, and remind me of what this whole thing is all about, in the first place:

Love. (And self love, at that.)

So as I sit here, a bit blue because of certain revelations, and I can’t help but be absolutely astounded by how many great friends I have in this beautiful (though albeit, sometimes a bit emotionally treacherous) life of mine. And, how many people I have rooting me on along the way. I can’t even begin to convey how much this means to me.

Lastly, to you: thank you.

Thank you so much for your support throughout the life of this blog. It’s a blessing to have such wonderful support from so many wonderful people. And if you’re struggling right now, know you aren’t alone. And to soldier on, no matter how bleak things seem.

Because if you will, I will. Promise.

One moment at a time, dear ones. That’s all we must do.

Some especially great words of wisdom that have been sent my way lately:

p.s. This on repeat.

How wild it was, to let it be.
— Cheryl Strayed

quote of the week

{Quote of the Week.}

7.23.2011 Rome, Italy.

Walking streets alone and eating dinner at tables for one — maybe with a book, maybe not — you’re left alone for hours, days on end with nothing but your own thoughts. You start talking to yourself, asking yourself questions and answering them, and taking in the day’s activities with a slowness and an appreciation that you’ve never before even attempted. Even just going to the grocery store — when in an exciting new place, when all by yourself, when in a new language — is a thrilling activity. And having to start from zero and rebuild everything, having to re-learn how to live and carry out every day activities like a child, fundamentally alters you. Yes, the country and its people will have their own effect on who you are and what you think, but few things are more profound than just starting over with the basics and relying on yourself to build a life again. I have yet to meet a person who I didn’t find calmed by the experience. There is a certain amount of comfort and confidence that you gain with yourself when you go to this new place and start all over again, and a knowledge that — come what may in the rest of your life — you were capable of taking that leap and landing softly at least once.” 

 Thought Catalog, “What Happens When You Live Abroad.”

quote of the week

{Quote of the Week.}

Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love, and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way, and how I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be. And when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath, it essentially comes out like this: before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.” Andrea Gibson

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On not wasting a decade.

…It is okay to leave anyone and anything and anyplace that makes you feel like shit.  It’s hard, but it’s okay.  And stop explaining anything to anyone, unless you want to.  Let them wonder. 

…They will call you crazy.  You are a woman.  There is no way of going through the world in the moment we live in and not get called crazy by someone, often someone you wish would see you as deeply sane.  You are not crazy.  The world is crazy.  If you are affected by this imbalanced, unjust world, it only proves that you are a sentient being with some sense of empathy. 

…You are going to have moments of unbearable pain.  It takes time to learn how to heal yourself.  And healing sometimes still leaves scars.  Healing is sometimes incomplete.  Think of your scars as battle-wounds – evidence of how much wiser you are now- maps of where not to return.  Cherish these scars and honor them.  There will come times when they are the only reminder of where you have been, and how much you still need to grow. 

…You are going to have moments of unbearable loneliness.  You need to learn how to love being with yourself, because ultimately, no one has the potential to love you like you can.  It is beautiful to love and be loved, but these are just hints as to how to regard yourself.  If you regard yourself highly, and learn to turn loneliness into soothing solitude, you will be capable of giving and receiving truly transformative love. 

…You are not responsible for the actions of those who hated themselves so much that they hurt you on purpose. 

… You are inherently valuable.  You have worth.  Ask no one for permission.


I love this. 

Read the rest of the piece here.
**I altered some of the harsher language because, well, I had to avoid a call from my mom asking me why I had to post such vulgar language… Crisis averted. 😉

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Well-Read Women: Portraits of Fiction’s Most Beloved Heroines.

Daisy Buchanan // The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Clarissa Dalloway // Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf
Becky Sharp // Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray
 Isabel Archer // The Portrait of a Lady by Henry James
Nancy // Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens
Emma Woodhouse // Emma by Jane Austen

How great would this beautiful book by Samantha Hahn be to have on your bookshelf or coffee table? Going to add it to my wishlist right now.

Read all about the talented author/artist here.