Coffee and Catnaps

I can’t tell you how piercingly and endlessly I think about you.

There’s a lot of talk about just showing up and trying your best. But it’s important to recognize that your ‘best’ doesn’t mean delivering your top performance. It means giving all you can give without compromising your health or hurting yourself. It means pushing yourself while still knowing your limits and honoring where you’re at. And that isn’t weakness or failure. It’s smart and it’s self-care and human - and it’s okay. It’s okay if the best you can offer in any given moment isn’t the same as someone else’s best. We’re all in different places and we all grapple with a unique set of struggles and limitations. Your best is allowed to look different. It often will. And no matter how much it deviates from the people around you, what you’re able to give is still valid and valuable. There’s quiet strength in being gentle with yourself. Strength in withholding some of your effort and energy if it means knowing you’re choosing self-care and survival over self-sabotage and a mental breakdown. Life is hard and you’re allowed to show up imperfectly. You’re going to do the best you can in each moment with where you are and what you have, and it’s enough. You are enough.

There are a lot of stories caged in the stars, narrated by different people looking at the sky, and felt by wandering souls, flying at the same time.

She’s sensitive, too. Takes to hurt the way water takes to paper.

I wonder who’s arms would I run and fall into if I were drunk in a room with everyone I have ever loved