
Monday, November 7, 2011
Let it be
A shirt with Paul McCartney's lyrics on it from "Let it be". A song my mom quotes often. Saw this at Urban Outfitters. I want!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Enough
You can't control what people think about you. Or even what they say. It is in our nature to judge using the only information we have. All you can do is know your own truth and be content with yourself. This will provide the calm and peace you need to wake up each morning knowing that you are doing the very best you can for yourself and for those you love. And that is enough. It's enough.
Friday, November 4, 2011
To be the best you can be
There are just so many things you can do. And so many places you can be. To try and do everything and be everywhere, you end up with nothing. Nothing but exhausted. And drained.
I have always been a firm believer that family and friends come first. And the depth of the need trumps all. But what happens when, when everyone needs you at the same time! Or when you need yourself. I accept that I am not perfect. The perfect grand daughter. Daughter. Sister. Cousin. Niece. Friend. Actually, I am quite flawed. I know that is not an excuse. But please know, that I try the best I can. To be there for you. You. And you.
If there was ever a moment you needed me. Really needed me. And I was not there. I am sorry. From the bottom of my heart. For when I need you. You might not be there. And that's okay. But I know you love me. I love you. And we will do the best we can. Always try to be the best we can be. For each other.
One fine day
It's hard being in a relationship with someone who is so far away. The little time we get is never enough, but I'm still extremely thankful for it. I cherish every phone conversation, video chat, sweet text, but most importantly, the last time we spent together. That's what keeps me going until the next time.
Our first days together were in Washington DC. It was most nearly perfect. It was his first actual vacation in years. We went to all the main monuments where he went crazy with photos. He loves taking pictures so I let him do his thing. Of course, I hate being the subject of the shots but he took some candid ones that were okay. The key is that I don't know they are being taken. I was happy. Very happy. And oddly comfortable. As if I had known him for years. This I know is the beginning of something good, something amazing. I don't know what it is but it will reveal itself in time...
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