Yes, Carpe the fucking diem! One mantra I've relied on over the last two years has been "My joy is a weapon and a shield." We not only owe it to ourselves to squeeze joy out of every moment, it is that focus on joy and love that will eventually bring us back into better times.
Both thoughts hit home. At 74, it's only been in the last five years I've learned to accept my own body, even now often scolding myself. I would give my 21 year old self permission to relsx. And our world today, I'm planning a summer vacatiln! And going out more now. Thanks Nadia!
All that time I spent in college in the '70s thinking I wasn't even good enough to get to know other people...I am so thankful today for adventures with friends and family!
1990 - Pre-2006/Pre-2001 was decent enough comparatively. Having a hard time thinking of 2008-2020 as good. Bright spots but hardly good. Machines (or rather human with various schemes) have been trying to drive people crazy and having some success, I am sorry to say.
“If the world was to end tomorrow I would plant a tree today.”
I picked up some new plants (tulips - no idea what color, some additional oregano, and *leeks*). Shaking off winter. So.
This is so real, I love it so much. We live in a world that is always so focused on the next thing that I think we forget to love what is in front of us. I’ve been struggling with body image lately, and this post gave me the ever important reminder that I am who I’m meant to be, when I’m meant to be, and that my body deserves the same amount of grace as everything else.
Say yes to all the adventures. That is how we will get past all this, whatever "this" is for each of us.
I feel every word! Thank you for being you.
Yes, Carpe the fucking diem! One mantra I've relied on over the last two years has been "My joy is a weapon and a shield." We not only owe it to ourselves to squeeze joy out of every moment, it is that focus on joy and love that will eventually bring us back into better times.
This hits home. Thank you for being so real, voicing what I can’t always bring to the surface.
So love a pastor that swears- even in writing! I know lots of Quakers who apparently never swear.
I would tell my younger self- You are very harsh on yourself. Have mercy on yourself. But I don't think he'd understand.
Both thoughts hit home. At 74, it's only been in the last five years I've learned to accept my own body, even now often scolding myself. I would give my 21 year old self permission to relsx. And our world today, I'm planning a summer vacatiln! And going out more now. Thanks Nadia!
All that time I spent in college in the '70s thinking I wasn't even good enough to get to know other people...I am so thankful today for adventures with friends and family!
1990 - Pre-2006/Pre-2001 was decent enough comparatively. Having a hard time thinking of 2008-2020 as good. Bright spots but hardly good. Machines (or rather human with various schemes) have been trying to drive people crazy and having some success, I am sorry to say.
“If the world was to end tomorrow I would plant a tree today.”
I picked up some new plants (tulips - no idea what color, some additional oregano, and *leeks*). Shaking off winter. So.
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i already planted the trees 😉
This is so real, I love it so much. We live in a world that is always so focused on the next thing that I think we forget to love what is in front of us. I’ve been struggling with body image lately, and this post gave me the ever important reminder that I am who I’m meant to be, when I’m meant to be, and that my body deserves the same amount of grace as everything else.
To chuck at 21: Git a fuckin haircut.
Note to self - just take a chance.