I feel what I feel when I need to feel it. I let myself feel it, and then I move on when I have felt it.
I’m not dwelling, but I’m not lying to myself either.
God is good. I am joyful. I have hope. I have love.
… I’m learning how to be healthy.
And I’m learning that healthy for me doesn’t always look normal or make everyone comfortable.
… I’m learning to give myself breaks when I need them, to cry when I need to, to laugh more than I cry, to tell people only the things I feel led to tell them, to trust God alone, to guard my heart, to take risks, to sing whenever I want to, that it’s okay to be polite and gentle and kind and that I don’t have to put on a “tough” face… that my heart is not impenetrable and that that is a gift… I’m learning to read and go on walks and keep things between just God and I.
so i love you because i know no other way.
- pablo neruda.
im sitting here eating oatmeal and starting to panic because i’m stressed out but then i remembered that there’s only so much that i can control and that things will work out if i take them one step at a time.
so im going to eat the rest of this oatmeal and make this day my bitch.
OKAY I’M DOWN. LETS KICK TODAY’S ASS.
well you know. lovingly.
There is something so precious when your eyes capture a man doing what he loves. To watch a man’s hand unconscious but deliberate in its movements. Watch as these attached and original tools craft something distinctly his. Entire being devoted to a task that heals the man’s soul.
i’ve been with michael for a year today. he got flowers delivered to my house this morning and says he has the full day planned out. I’M STOKED.