Lately I feel like I haven’t been living. As I write this, I am worried, because I have approximately ten minutes to make myself presentable and get to my restaurant job before I’m officially late.
But I was moved to share this, because I feel like I’m finally waking up. Right now, what’s important isn’t the money. What’s important is finding my way through and out of the haze and frantic pace I’ve been living in so I can feel again the richness and beauty that is life, experiences, relationships, love, and most of all, ART.
Thank you to all of you who have been so patient with me these last six months. I recently read a book that swallowed me up and spit me out a new person. I cried so many times reading “Tiny Beautiful Things” but I know they were tears thru which I could recognize the truths in my own life. [If you haven’t read this book by Cheryl Strayed I implore you to. I’m sad it took me so long to discover it.]
I could say so much more but now I just have to run. Gotta get to my “other PR” job…
The View | Front Royal, VA | 2015
“The narratives we create in order to justify our actions and choices become in so many ways who we are. They are the things we say back to ourselves to explain our complicated lives. Perhaps the reason you’ve not yet been able to forgive yourself is that you’re still invested in your self-loathing. Perhaps not forgiving yourself is the flip side of your stealing-this-now cycle. Would you be a better or worse person if you forgave yourself for the bad things you did?”
― Cheryl Strayed,