i am a big believer in letting music (and other media) come to you when you're ready for it. you may only know vaguely of an acclaimed beloved artist and suspect that you'd be into them but just... not ever get around to it. and then in 15 years one of their songs just hits you the right way and what a gift to suddenly have all of their works to explore! there is no hurry; what is good is always good.

at the end of the day it’s just you and your silly little life. so go on, enjoy it, be the person you want to be.

Chronic illness is a lot of picking + choosing. Picking and choosing what events/parties/outing you go to, picking and choosing what family you see on holidays, picking and choosing what errands you’ll run… picking and choosing how much you push your body so you don’t completely end up in a worse spot than you began. It’s a lot of disappointment and missing out and wanting to attend more things than your body will allow. We have to listen to our bodies or we will be unable to function for days or weeks (sometimes longer).

Picking and choosing, picking and choosing, and still missing out on your choice anyway. Because no matter how well you stick to your regiment to be ready, your body loves throwing curve balls to fuck with you.