Thank you for being there for me always. Thank you for understanding me without judging me. Thank you for listening so patiently and with your full attention. Thank you for wanting to see the good in me. Thank you for trying to convince me that I am not as bad of a person as I sometimes want to believe. Thank you for taking care of my heart. Thank you for asking me questions and for actually listening instead of immediately rushing to talk about yourself. Thank you for treating me with tenderness and kindness. Thank you for facing my anxieties and my worries with me, and holding my hand instead of turning away. Thank you for asking me about my day. Thank you for telling me that you love me before I need to ask. Thank you for telling me that you miss me when we’re not together. Thank you for making me feel safe. Thank you for reassuring me that it’s ok to fall apart sometimes, because you’ll be there to pick up the pieces. Thank you for saying that you’ll always be there to chat, no matter how late it is and that I’ll never be unwelcome. Thank you for responding right away when I tell you I’m upset. Thank you for seeing me make mistakes, and worrying instead of criticizing.
Thank you for teaching me to treat others the way you’ve always treated me.
The whole concept of minimalism to me is that clutter detracts from my life. To reduce the number of items in my life to the bare necessities means that I can be more attentive to the things which I actually need and which bring me joy. In acknowledging that “yes, I have enough” I can practice gratitude and appreciation.
“When a woman becomes her own best friend life is easier.”
Diane Von Furstenberg.
Hi. I’m back from vacation.
It’s pretty extraordinary what a week of soaking up sunshine with very, very limited internet access can do for your mental health.
Even though sometimes you annoy the shit out of me.