I don’t think I’m qualified to speak in-depth about relationships. But wrestling over whether someone is right for me is something I’m more than familiar with.
A friend reminded me to reflect on what I had been through. 5 years, after all, is a really long time to spend in one place. The person I am now is completely different to the bright eyed 18 year old who once dreamed of being a lawyer.
Here’s what I know about the comparison game: there are no winners. While you’re comparing yourself to that writer, they’re probably comparing themselves to someone else. The result is two individuals who feel deflated and less-than.
When an idea plants itself in your head, it’s natural to be fearful of this group of people. It’s instinct to let potential criticism paralyse you and make you second guess yourself. No one is immune to this, least of all me.
Anne Lamott told me to write a letter to you whenever I’m stuck, so here we are.
I think we should always pass on the wisdom that’s been bestowed onto us. So here are some of the words I want to pass onto you, sweet reader.
Whether it’s a friendship, a romantic partner, or a family member, you’re going to feel the sting when they leave. Suddenly, someone who once knew every inch of you is gone and you’re left with an agonisingly vacant space in your heart.
Nostalgia is like those filters on Snapchat that gives you flawless skin and makes you look lit from within; a picture of perfection you wish you could emulate every day.
Riding solo as a single female can be one of the most liberating, scariest and bravest thing you ever do. But you also don’t have the security of companionship when you arrive at a new place, or a decent photographer to take candids of you.
You’ll miss out on all the magic people and places have to offer if you always run away when fear comes around. And trust me, fear will always come around.
Playing by other people’s rules may push you forward in the short term. But doing things for yourself because it truly brings you joy? Now that’s the golden ticket, babe.
To know me is to know that my best words come pouring out when I write letters to myself. No matter how old you are, let this letter to my 20 year old, angsty self, be a reminder that life does get better.
A few months ago, I sent an email to a dear Instagram friend asking for hope and encouragement. This is what she sent back to me. I hope it inspires you just as much as it has inspired me.
Fear’s main mission is to keep you small. To keep you believing that you’d never amount to much, so you probably shouldn’t try at all. Fear doesn’t want you putting yourself in situations where you’d be more exposed.
Here’s the kicker: you get to choose who influences your life. You choose whose voice you listen to and whose opinions carry the most weight.
I’m a huge believer that we need to be our own cheerleader, but sometimes we just need to hear someone else say that we’re still a strong contender in the game of life.
Comparison is not something you conquer. It’s something you continuously acknowledge. We must intentionally uproot the lies every time it strikes our most vulnerable areas.
You may never hear the words I’m sorry from the person that hurt you, but maybe just hearing it from someone else is the push you need to start your healing process.
I’m willing to bet that perhaps there’s been a time where you felt like there was no getting out from the place you’re in. No escape button or map to guide you to the next season. Just uncertainty shrouding your mind like a fog.
Know this, my dear reader. Your feelings are valid. Your emotions are beautiful. And sometimes the most comforting thing we can hear someone else say is ‘I know how you feel.’
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