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When did loving yourself become so rare, that it’s revolutionary to do so?

Book of the day: No Matter The Wreckage by Sarah Kay

Don’t be scared to walk alone, and don’t be scared to like it.

There is a voice that doesn’t use words. Listen.

Remember how far you’ve come, not just how far you have to go. You are not where you want to be, but neither are you where you used to be.

Be miserable. Or motivate yourself. Whatever has to be done, it’s always your choice.

the year of letting go, of understanding loss. grace. of the word ‘no’ and also being able to say ‘you are not kind’. the year of humanity/humility. when the whole world couldn’t get out of bed. everyone i’ve met this year, says the same thing ‘you are so easy to be around, how do you do that?’. the year i broke open and dug out all the rot with own hands. the year i learnt small talk. and how to smile at strangers. the year i understood that i am my best when i reach out and ask ‘do you want to be my friend?’. the year of sugar, everywhere. softness. sweetness. honey honey. the year of being alone, and learning how much i like it. the year of hugging people i don’t know, because i want to know them. the year i made peace and love, right here.