So this rocked me pretty hard this morning. It boggles my geedee mind that a woman who got paid bank to go to Bali and fall in love and write about it is feeling the same way I do. And then it sometimes makes me feel worse because like, I haven't done anything so what I am complaining about?
What am I complaining about?
I guess if Lizzy G. can feel crappy and incomplete then I should relish in the fact that I do too. Julia Roberts can play you in a movie and you can still doubt yourself, so let's just keep going guys.
A yoga teacher this week reminded me that life is too short to be anything but happy. So here is to happiness - to hair curling class, to finally getting my leg straight in standing forehead to knee pose, to a weekend that will include a crabcake, to getting actual mail from my baby sister, and emails from people who think I'm a person to know.
UPDATE! I also feel like this and it feels way better.
You are more than enough and have enough joie de vivre to go around the entire city of Chicago and then some. Also, who needs tights- in a few weeks we won't be wearing them anymore because it's going to FINALLY be sunny and spring! Chin up buttercup, you're the best!
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