28 True Things || 28 Years
A delayed installment of my birthday tradition. Twenty-eight things I know to be true.
Hope will find me, even when I can’t muster the energy to search for it.
People who love me will show up for me, even when they can’t be with me.
I don’t have to cling so tightly to being right all the time.
Brussel sprouts are severely underrated.
Being a good and true friend means being honest even when its hard.
I really like embroidery?
Different friendships can be explained by different plants. The monsterra - those you connect with often. The cactus - those you can connect with once every few months, even years, and pick up right where you left off. And the succulent - somewhere in between.
One of the only effective ways for me to stay hydrated is to have consistent access to Hibiscus La Croix.
4th graders are the smallest of the small humans that I can actually teach or deal with for increments longer than 5 minutes.
Faith should always be more about love than rules.
Questions sometimes stress other people out, but they help me feel settled.
I’m really living in to my brain’s need to hear and read words at the same time - especially when it comes to books. This has been a game changer for how much I’m reading and how much I actually remember…
The Sahara Desert helps to fertilize the Amazon Rainforest and that is BONKERS.
I will always find rest in the sound of the waves on Lake Michigan, joy in round birds and fat squirrels, and hope in spring flowers.
There is an important difference between self-care and self-comfort. I’m much better at the latter and need more practice in the former.
Therapy is GOOD.
Routines and rhythms are helpful, even when they’re annoying.
My favorite candles smell like a good looking man wearing a flannel. It makes sense, I promise.
I’ve come to really enjoy cooking, but it always takes me a very long time.
I’m not good at being in a rush or being early. My natural state is 5+ minutes after we agreed to arrive.
Really sweet moments make me cry more than they used to - just a tear or two. Overwhelmed by the cuteness of a tiny puppy on the sidewalk? Tears. The sweetest photo of my friend’s son holding her pregnant belly with the biggest grin on his face? Tears. A well-timed text from a friend in a moment I felt really alone? Tears.
I wish I could hug or hold hands or cuddle with my friends almost all the time. I hold back mostly.
I finally know what it feels like to be a plastic bag, drifting through the wind, wanting to start again like Katy sang about. 2020 felt like that.
I want to be better about taking in the moment I’m experiencing, and not letting my mind jump back or ahead too much.
Irish Coffee. That’s it. That’s #25.
Good friends make ordinary moments into adventures.
My love affair with double stuff gold oreos continues.
As always, I love you for reading this, whoever you are.
