Love yourself a little more lately. You're letting anxiety about the future creep too far in. You're looking in the mirror, at the things you want to fix, a little too intently. You're waking up grumpy before you've even let the day begin. Nothing is going to get easier if you're not going to let yourself ride the wave. You're funny, you're sweet, you're pretty, you're smart, you're competent. Don't let a few bad days at work, a schedule you can't fix, and a future you can't control bring you any more further down. Celebrate the style in your closet. Smile.
Dear Everyone Else Around Me,
See the above? I'm sorry if I'm edgy. I'm sorry if it's that time of the month plus a little extra. But every day has a period of murky and I'm on some medication that makes me feel fatigued all of the time. And unfortunately, my day doesn't really allow time for naps. And I'm sorry if you feel like you might need to be walking on eggshells with me, I don't like it either. It's not fair for you and I promise I'm working to make it better soon.
Dear Jess & Russ,
You made this. And I just want to wish you a lifetime of happiness. I'm not overly romantic. But I'm not overly cynical either. And I just really love the simple complexity of your story. And the artwork is amazing.
Dear Air Conditioning,
I'm really glad that I don't have to turn you on tonight. So now I can listen to the usual rhythms of my neighborhood as I start to sleep. With just a fan blowing the air in my bedroom. It's not that I dislike you, air conditioning. It's that I always develop a cough around you and I'd rather it wait. It's nights like these that I'm glad I share a bed only with myself.
There would be so much to tell you if we were actually talking. And I kind of do want to talk, but I doubt that's the best thing for any party involved. And I don't want to be the one who starts the conversation. But we've got college football playoffs happening, and tiny things that occur in the day, updates on life stuff, concerts that are coming to town, and BOGO Pirates tickets. Plus all of the things that you've got going on and funny things seen around the world, or you know, just on the internet. It's all just there.
Dear Electric Stove,
I don't expect us to be the best of cooking friends. I don't have the interest nor the talent and you don't have the right temperatures. But I do expect us to start getting along and for you to stop doing weird things to my rice.
Dear Atlantic Ocean,
It's been a long time since we last met. Our closest encounters in recent years being from airports and me hovering above you in the sky. But I'm coming south for you soon. With a new swimsuit and books and friends and a family-style vacation. Get ready. You're going to be so excited to see me. As I am excited to see you.