“Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.”—The Little Prince (via thepussykitten)
A repost from years ago, but necessary… especially when you realize you were way too nice to someone. I don’t know if I believe in karma, but I’m learning my lessons this year. Now, for some grooves — headphones on and volume turned up. Play on, kids.
Surely this is a repost, but this song popped into my head this AM and required some attention. It’s perfect. As I cuddle my cup of coffee this morning, sort through the thoughts in my head… I see that calm grooves are the best complement. Sorry Taylor Swift, I do like to dance, but for now… let’s mellow it out.
Hey Everyone - Stephen has been training his ass off for months… and has super dedicated his life to prepping for his triathlon with Team in Training to help bring awareness to and help fight blood cancer.
He has 1 day left to fundraise $700 to meet his goal and every bit counts. Please donate if you feel that you can — $25 will go a long way — if only 28 of my followers donate… he will have reached his goal! Then all he has to do is kill the Pacific Grove Tri. ;)
Just ran into an old professor from undergrad and he said “I’m glad your life turned out fine” and it struck me that I might have sounded slightly displeased. Instantly I laughed and said, “It turned out more than fine, it’s great.”
Because it is. Definitely need to keep on striving but for the right reasons — knowing life is pretty freaking awesome right now. :)
“Among Tinder’s most intoxicating assets is the illusion it creates of a never-ending supply of eligible dates. Sorting dates has become my go-to tool for cell-phone procrastination and entertaining myself while in line at Duane Reade. Before dating apps, I used those moments to browse Twitter, text my mom, and learn languages on DuoLingo. Now I just rate men. I rate men when I wake up in the morning. I rate men before I go to bed at night. I reject men at the bus stop. I block boring conversationalists between courses at dinner. It’s not that I’m disproportionately desirable on Tinder; at least as many men, if not more, have dropped conversations with me than I have with them. It’s a rejection free-for-all.”—