i wasn't going to write a new one this year , but... be kind to yourself in the year ahead . remember to forgive yourself , and to forgive others . it's too easy to be outraged these days , so much harder to change things , to reach out , to understand . try to make your time matter ; minutes and hours and days and weeks can blow away like dead leaves , with nothing to show but time you spent not quite ever doing things , or time you spent waiting to begin . meet new people and talk to them . make new things and show them to people who might enjoy them .




love is a funny thing . you expect it to be easy . you expect it to be a world of roses and laughs and perfect moments that you find only in movies . you expect him to always say the right thing and always know exactly how you feel or how to react to it . you expect him to calm you down when you're yelling or to chase you when you run away . you expect so much that you feel entirely and utterly defeated when something doesn't match up with all your plans . but that's the thing , love isn't a plan . it doesn't have a certain beginning and it certainly has no end or a visible finish line to those deeply in it . love happens and it's so incredibly messy .