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At a certain point in every woman’s life she needs to disappear from the lives of everyone she knows and do her own thing because otherwise she would go crazy

Coffee in Italy ?

Dinner in Paris?

Night drive in Riyadh?

Stargazing in AlUla?

Bookstore in London?

adamantly believing that everything will pan out for me by keeping my head straight and working my way toward all my goals no matter what happens or who stays along for the ride

there’s something about becoming older where everything feels finite. summer isn’t endless, love isn’t eternal. you move homes, your favorite boots fall apart, your dog dies. everything feels consuming and beautiful when it is believed to be eternal. now it is all precious. everything. and there is a melancholy that comes with it.

“The love of my life wouldn’t do that” is such a powerful perspective to maintain

I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying I’m not ashamed to be seen trying!!!

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.