30 true things || 30 years
We’re running behind schedule this year, but as is my birthday tradition, here are 30 things I know to be true, right now:
My greatest gift in this life are the people who feel like home.
Big change often requires grieving what was - even when it’s the result of something good.
Faith should be more about love than rules.
Creativity for the sake of creativity is a beautiful thing.
Most meals I make will (still) involve at least one of the following: mushrooms, sweet potatoes, gnocchi, spinach, and/or brussels sprouts.
Your friends often see you more clearly than you see yourself, especially in moments of insecurity. “My friends have good taste and they like me,” is a great phrase to repeat when you find yourself in a spiral of anxiety.
I’ve found after over a year of consistent therapy, that having that rhythm of digging into feelings has left me feeling more tender, more prone to visible emotion and tears than I was before - and I’m oddly grateful for it.
There is power in a deep breath, a good latte, a hand-written note, and re-reading an old favorite book.
I’m unconvinced there are any moments with more “main character” energy than driving home in the sunshine on a Friday afternoon, windows down, belting out ABBA songs.
Reading another hundred books has me once again baffled by and grateful for how many books exist in the world.
Speaking of books, I read A Wrinkle In Time for the first time this year and I think it changed my life.
I never really understood until recently how much I would treasure the opportunity to love my friends’ kiddos and watch my friends parent.
Hope will find me, even when I don’t have the capacity to search for it.
Every workplace need a “spreadsheet girly.” I am that girly and proud of it.
Hold space in your life for people who enthusiastically hold space for you.
Trying new things (even when you think you’ll be bad at them) is a worthwhile endeavor.
I love when my people meet my people.
It’s harder to be sad when dancing in your kitchen making soup. Would recommend.
I feel most settled when I allow myself the freedom to call multiple places “home.”
Mountains in the distance feel like a visual weighted blanket - a beautiful reminder of how small I am in this world.
I still go to the airport/gym in almost exclusively skeleton t-shirts so that strangers don’t want to talk to me.
I have been, and always will be, obsessed with flowers. You will be hard-pressed to take a walk in warm weather without me stopping along the way to document them, and photos of them will often always take up the most storage space on my phone.
People cannot meet needs you have not communicated to them.
I am fully convinced that 75% of my anxieties would simply evaporate if everyone I love would share their location with me. I’m not trying to stalk you I’m just stressed okay? (the other 25% are existential and unavoidable)
There is a special place in heaven for employees who send line-cutters to the back of the line.
I have two folders on my phone for when I’m having a hard time:
One is called, “Babies & Puppies,” which consists entirely of photos of my friends’ children and/or pets who always make me smile
The other is called, “Nice moments,” which is just screenshots of nice things my friends have said.
Highly recommend both of these self-care tools.
Finding treasure in every person is (still) difficult, but (still) worth it.
The world still feels heavy and I find myself returning to these words often - check on your people.
I love complimenting strangers, even when it feels silly.
As always, I love you for reading this, whoever you are.
