In the past few weeks, I’ve been pulled in
so many different directions. Studying for GRE's, ruminating over old friendships,
work frustrations, general anxieties and jitters about the future. I’ve felt
far from myself, unable to think clearly; in a state of mental vertigo. But in
my breaks from studying verbal reasoning and quantitative analysis, I ran
across this post:
Today is the day
to stop pretending
that you are okay
with not being okay.
Yesterday could
have been you
the day you lied
your last “I’m fine.”
Tomorrow could
be the day you
actually mean it.
If you do not
pull the weeds
in your garden,
the flowers
will never grow.
Twenty-eight days. It took me twenty-eight
days to realize as much as i hated losing a good friend, enough was enough; no
more trying to mend things too broken to repair. No more living in my head. No
more trying to change the past. No more sacrificing my happiness for those
unworthy of it. Instead, it's time for more running. More writing. More art
with Tyler. More smiling. More books. More coffee. More chasing sunsets with Taylor.
More rooftop jam sessions with my brother Tanner. more volunteering. more
photos. more living. more happiness.
“Dear you,
you’ve forgotten
yourself.
you give everyone
love
but neglect the
void
you have in your
heart.
focus on that.
heal first, then give.