After being scolded by a friend this past weekend for not updating my blog enough, I realized I have not been updating my blog enough. If absence makes the heart grow fonder, there must be a mass of unread love letters piling up somewhere with my name on them.
This summer has flown by in a blur of heat waves and moving boxes, road trips and burning candles, friendships blossoming and decomposing, song lyrics and forgotten poems, and on the other side? Well, quite frankly, I have no idea.
Therefore, I submit for the approval of the Midnight Society: my summer, in what I make best - a list.
Sometimes, you can be really, really brave.
Sometimes, you just aren't.
Sometimes, life hands you lemons, and you're allergic to citrus. Or dairy. Whatever.
Sometimes, an eight year old has the best advice. And the best headbands.
Sometimes, you can still surprise yourself.
Sometimes, you spend an hour lying on the floor of the Whale Room in the Museum of Natural History, staring up at the moving ocean ceiling and swear you have found the meaning of life.
Sometimes, you need to ask for help.
Sometimes, you stumble upon people who will love you unconditionally.
Sometimes, you need to get lost in a park, a museum, on a bridge.
Sometimes, you need a little magic.
Other times, you just need a little Bowie.
Sometimes, you lose your job.
Sometimes, people will surprise you.
Other times, they will do exactly as you thought, for better or for worse.
Sometimes, you fall in love with a Ukulele player.
Sometimes, your cat knocks over a leftover-unopened bottle of Tab and it explodes all over your books and walls.
Sometimes, there are just not enough paper towels.
Sometimes, you cry your eyes out so hard that you think your brain is going to liquidate through your sockets.
Sometimes, you find closure.
Other times, you have to make peace with yourself.
Sometimes, you send a letter to your first love expressing forgiveness. And you do not hear back.
Sometimes, you furniture breaks in a Budget rental truck.
Sometimes, you tackle the ferris wheel.
Sometimes, you get the privilege to dance.
Sometimes, you need to reconnect, rediscover, and redirect.
Sometimes, you learn how to open your heart again.
Always, you need to take a leap of faith, trust in your gut, and in yourself.
This summer has flown by in a blur of heat waves and moving boxes, road trips and burning candles, friendships blossoming and decomposing, song lyrics and forgotten poems, and on the other side? Well, quite frankly, I have no idea.
Therefore, I submit for the approval of the Midnight Society: my summer, in what I make best - a list.
Sometimes, you can be really, really brave.
Sometimes, you just aren't.
Sometimes, life hands you lemons, and you're allergic to citrus. Or dairy. Whatever.
Sometimes, an eight year old has the best advice. And the best headbands.
Sometimes, you can still surprise yourself.
Sometimes, you spend an hour lying on the floor of the Whale Room in the Museum of Natural History, staring up at the moving ocean ceiling and swear you have found the meaning of life.
Sometimes, you need to ask for help.
Sometimes, you stumble upon people who will love you unconditionally.
Sometimes, you need to get lost in a park, a museum, on a bridge.
Sometimes, you need a little magic.
Other times, you just need a little Bowie.
Sometimes, you lose your job.
Sometimes, people will surprise you.
Other times, they will do exactly as you thought, for better or for worse.
Sometimes, you fall in love with a Ukulele player.
Sometimes, your cat knocks over a leftover-unopened bottle of Tab and it explodes all over your books and walls.
Sometimes, there are just not enough paper towels.
Sometimes, you cry your eyes out so hard that you think your brain is going to liquidate through your sockets.
Sometimes, you find closure.
Other times, you have to make peace with yourself.
Sometimes, you send a letter to your first love expressing forgiveness. And you do not hear back.
Sometimes, you furniture breaks in a Budget rental truck.
Sometimes, you tackle the ferris wheel.
Sometimes, you get the privilege to dance.
Sometimes, you need to reconnect, rediscover, and redirect.
Sometimes, you learn how to open your heart again.
Always, you need to take a leap of faith, trust in your gut, and in yourself.
