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Here’s my anthem: I want to be the kind of twenty-eight year old who is brave enough to hope for crazy things.
This month has felt extra special and extra full. My mom turned fifty, and I pulled off a surprise weekend I’d been planning for months.
“Why did you do all this for me?” he asked. “I don’t deserve it. I’ve never done anything for you.” “You have been my friend,” replied Charlotte. “That in itself is a tremendous thing.” ~ E.B. White, Charlotte’s Web
This self-care thing is something I'm still learning and I'm finding that it changes a bit with each season.
"Beauty is to the spirit what food is to the flesh. It fills an emptiness in you that nothing else under the sun can."
A true story. I became a cat lady by accident. Now I’m learning how to nap and how to play on purpose.