Live big. Love big.
“All shall be well, and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well.”
... after a long, dark time, something has shifted, which is usually what happens after long, dark times...
I’m Ok. I can breathe. I can breathe.
So if the nice one thinks I’m difficult, it must be true. Which, as it turns out, is bullshit.
Every article of clothing I put on was judged harshly in that full length mirror in that tiny stateroom. Lots of big sighs in such a small space.
Just throw open the curtains. Your apartment is your home. Your home is in you and it’s magnificent. I promise.
"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.” ― Kahlil Gibran