— Cindy, Blue Valentine (via 122782)
(Source: sarafragments)
You may have noticed that the LBL tumblin’ was a bit sparse as of recently.
I feel like I’ve been sleepwalking for the past few weeks with the passing of my grandmother and the finality of a breakup. And I believe that women write down what they want to remember, and I’d prefer to remember my life as one long ribbon of joy, only briefly pierced by sadnesses. Learn from the sadnesses, but certainly don’t define yourself by them.
So I’m in the process of waking up.
I’m in the process of coping. I’m in one of the uglier stages right now—a stage where you struggle to celebrate others’ joy with them instead of resenting them for having it.
It’s also an opportunity for some deeeeeep reflection and soul-searchin’. Asking yourself the questions you were too afraid to ask while you were running along the trajectory you’d picked. Remembering (or reorganizing) priorities. Quiet. Lots and lots of sleep.
All that to say: I’m not worried about me. I always bounce. But it may be quiet for another few weeks. Stick with me.
I’ve got a fever, and the only cure is more cowbell. more kitties!!
(You know I can’t NOT reblog kitty pictures. Not sorry.)
(Source: omelly)
Are you making a dent in the universe?
Hint: lots of random pokes in many different spots are unlikely to leave much of an impact. And hiding out is surely not going to work at all.
(via seth godin)
