I still don’t feel like an adult. (When does that happen?)
Quality over quantity for every single thing.
It’s OK if it’s hard.
16 year old me was onto something.
The peace of sobriety never gets old.
Sleep heals almost everything.
Shaming doesn’t work - in sobriety, in politics, in motherhood, in relationships, in self talk.
Kitchen dance parties.
Getting out of my brain and into body is almost always the answer.
Nothing is black and white.
Sunshine on my shoulders.
Sparkling water > boring water.
Happiness anxiety is real. And it’s a liar.
Slow Sunday mornings.
I am not what I did (or do).
One load of laundry a day is the way to go.
If someone is bound and determined to misunderstand me, let them.
Weird pants.
I’m strong enough to feel uncomfortable.
If it’s not a Flair pen, I don’t want it.
Bravo is a
guiltypleasure.I will screw up again. And again.
It’s OK.
Wear, don’t save, my favorite clothes.
Grief lasts as long as love lasts.
9 minute miles.
I don’t need permission.
Coffee with whole milk.
I will have baby fever for the rest of my life.
Lists on paper.
(Finally) Having a green thumb makes me SO happy.
Funny Bunny.
Music is the sweetest escape.
A facial > a massage.
Tattoo removal hurts 100x more than getting the tattoo.
I will be on my OCD medication forever, and that’s OK.
Sunscreen.
Peace > justice.
Unconditional love is rare. Give it. Hold on to it.
Making my bed every morning has decreased my daily anxiety by approximately least 67.4%.
Tell them.
Perfect is boring.
Live music.
Writing in between loads of laundry and snack requests and bear hugs.
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Suzanne, my birthday is July 27 too!!!
Happy bday! I concur wholeheartedly with your list!!!