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September 23, 2018November 4, 2019

Grief: Year Two

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I think we have a collective misunderstanding of resilience. it’s true that resilience sometimes looks like giving pain the finger and putting on your best outfit and having a fully stocked fridge and accomplishing everything on your to-do list and reading instead of scrolling before bed.⁣ but other times, it looks like forgetting to shower for three days and hitting snooze 10 times before finally getting up and skipping that workout you meant to do and ignoring the growing pile of laundry and relying on Trader Joe’s frozen meals for dinner and wondering every night how anyone can fall asleep without taking a sleep aid(s). ⁣

from the tropics to the tundra and all the funny little things in between. here’s to love and its perpetual pursuit of the perfect michelada. #illjustbetakingmethreeshirts #likeyeast

thinkin about dogs and the art of finding the sunny spots

Today, President Biden, a man who knows great loss intimately, did something 45 has never once done: sincerely acknowledged and asked for a moment of silence for the people we’ve lost and the pain we’ve experienced the past year-ish. And today, I’m grateful for unapologetic empathy and compassion in our country’s highest office. Basic human decency, man. I’ve really, really missed it.⁣

deep down we all knew that a new year wouldn’t actually bring about change, but I think a lot of us let magical thinking get the better of us there for a minute, myself included. duped again! but almost four years ago, I learned that even when you’re flat on your back and filled to the brim with utter despair, the possibility of joy is waiting right there in your next long walk, your next hot cup of tea, your next breath. don’t toxic-positivity your anger and fear away, but if you can, hold space for your bliss and gratitude and hope also. it’s all there and it all counts and yes, it’s okay to feel good sometimes even when things are bad. in fact, I’d posit that it’s necessary. love u ♥️

it wasn’t all bad, pt. III (I could post a lot more of these, but I’ll stop here. thanks to the many, many people near and far who made this year bearable. I really like this whole call-your-friends-more thing. happy new year, pals 🥂)

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