being right is sexy. but so is admitting when you’re not. unabashedly. i’m not talking brushing it under the rug like you didn’t change your mind, i’m talking owning it. being human. learning something and sharing it with the people around you. sexy!
kale big enough to carry like a child on your hip? you shall. ending up with so many flowers you have no choice but to gift them? cradle them in your arms like a little baby. tiny strawberries that you almost taste when you think of the words red or sweet? hold them in the palm of your hand, gently. maybe whisper to them.
thinking about how incredible it is to be on a forever journey of cultivating a relationship with myself. it’s amazing to have friends and be a friend, and it’s also really special realizing you can be *that* friend to yourself. like whatever that friend means. that friend who’s always down for spontaneous shit? i can take myself to do that thing on a whim. that friend who always knows just how to comfort you when you’re low? deep down, i know exactly whatever that is better than anyone else could. that friend who stands up for you? darn tootin’ i’m gonna do that! i don’t know, i get excited thinking about the ways i can show up for me
