#imightregretthis

It's okay not to see all the art and not meet all the locals and not walk all the famous walks or hear all the indie bands in the coolest venues in town. It's okay to go to sleep early and spend too long finding the good coffee spot but not seeing the historical sights. It's okay. It's okay to not figure it all out. It's okay to feel broken and alone and scared sometimes. It's okay to not know everything. It's okay to not eat where everyone tells you to, or not take a selfie in front of everything you've seen or done and post it on the internet for friends and strangers to see. It's okay to go away and come back. It's okay. It's okay if it's not all amazing or incredible or spectacular. It's okay. It's okay to leave earlier than you expected, to drink too much or not drink at all. It's okay to replay stupid moments you regret in your mind and it's okay to not have moved on completely. It's okay to be fucking pissed. Everyone is on their own timeline when it comes to love, so it's okay. It's okay to think it's not okay. It's okay to go off the grid and not be in touch. It's okay to take a second and to breathe and to cry. It's okay to be tender. It's okay to fail. It's okay to change, to grow, to be confused. It's okay to fight for something and want to give up. it's okay to want someone. It's okay to need someone. It's okay to learn and to get better and to know you're still not quite there yet. It's okay to suck at drawing hands. It's okay to be nervous and excited at the same time, to be unsure of what's ahead. It's okay to just go and try and to feel whatever you have to feel and too follow your guy. It's okay, because that's all you really have.

Pain is also a symptom of transformation.

I know it will happen at some point and it will be torrential. It will seem like it came out of nowhere, but in fact it's you who is coming out of nowhere.