No exaggeration but theeeee most critical lesson I learned in my 20s was letting go when it was time. It’s so cliche but it’s so true. I used to hold on so venomously to people, put on a tap dance for their approval, force relationships to last past their expiration date, carry the heavy lifting for reaching out because I didn’t want to feel “passive.” But when someone doesn’t want your effort it’s not about passivity. It’s literally about self respect, not wasting your time, and gravitating only to people who have your best interest in mind and celebrate you. I’ve met so many older people who don’t know how to let go and it truly scares me that this could easily be me. It’s better to develop this skill early than it is to spend an entire lifetime begging for love and belonging.

A little old lady today reminded me that I need to take advantage of this one life I have and go live it in full without waiting for the “perfect” moment, without shrinking myself for the comfort of others, and without assuming there will always be more time

Sunsets and stars make me feel things.

Be direct i love that shit

I need my weird alone time or I will explode

i love being a difficult woman. i’ll never be easy to deal with.