Those things did happen to us, and they will never leave us—we were still betrayed and bullied, hurt and left behind—but they are not what stands out about us.
We’ve become a society where to be humble people often feel the need to self-deprecate.
No matter where we go in the world and how much we explore, we take our places with us. It is a part of us as much as the hair on our heads and the prints on our fingers.
As it turns out, many people are still caught up in that childhood mindset, the one that whispers in the back of your mind that you are still too small and insignificant to change the world. That voice is wrong.
I’m not saying that I won’t work hard to be able to make money to afford the things I like. I’m saying that I will work to achieve a lifestyle that makes me happy, whatever that life looks like
last summer my mom gave me the gift of a Giving Key. Each one has a word on it, and when you feel you have accomplished this mantra, you pass the key along. My necklace read “Let go.”
Here’s to the friends who make me believe in humanity again after I’ve kept the wrong crowd for too long.
I’ve had to overwrite every situation in which I’ve been hardwired to feel anxiety. Because of your game, I’ve had to relearn how to live my life.
For a while, I felt like two people: the perfect young lady, and me. After a while, I didn’t even want to be both.
In the twenty first century, we seem to spend most of our time building our lives from the outside. We carefully curate our Facebook pages, Instagram feeds, and Twitter hashtags as though we are on exhibit.