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trust the universe.

i have been taught and re-taught, if you learn from your ‘mistakes’ (i prefer to refer to them as learning experiences…after all ‘there’s nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be’) and keep an open heart you’ll get everything you’ve ever dreamed of…and you’ll see wishes can come true.

i firmly believe that when you make space for something in your life and are open to it, the universe will fill that space with whatever it is you need.

and you might find yourself happier than you ever imagined was possible.

a new story begins…

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contemplating.

i love the rain.

i love feeling inspired.

and i love any excuse to throw on boots.

here’s something very melancholy about the rain…and yet i find it soothing.

i’ve had gordon lightfoot on repeat. he’s a cynic. i like that coupled with the rain.

rain is good for inspiration. or maybe it’s sadness? the rain made me nostalgic…and yet much to my surprise, i didn’t get stuck in that emotion. i guess i shouldn’t be surprised. i’m not meant to be sad. but something about gloomy weather has always made me gloomy on the inside. today is an exception. and why shouldn’t it be? after all, i have pink rain boots. and i love having an excuse to wear them.

i wish i could stay in bed and write all day. i believe that’s what rainy days were meant for…reading and writing.

i’m contemplative today. and i like it.

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first things first.

i love how when my dad and i talk on the phone the first thing he says (after hello) is ‘i love you.’

most people wait till the end of the conversation to slip in the sentiment, but not baba.

it’s the first thing out of his mouth when he sees me, as well.

i love that he’s the reason i love books. he gifted me more love than i ever knew was possible and with other people’s words.

i’ve never had a bigger fan or a more emphatic cheerleader.

i don’t know how i got so lucky.

..but i’m damn grateful for my great fortune.

i love you back.

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high fidelity, irony, and sun-daze.

i’ve been plagued with the sunday night blues for as long as i can recall. and i’ve written about it numerous times. even on the sunniest, happiest sunday it feels like monday starts on sunday. today is no exception.

the cure? a good book.

so, i leave you with a little high fidelity…and a little irony (for those that know the back-story):

“I’ve seen men like you in Doris Day films, but I never thought they existed in real life…The men who can’t commit, who can’t say ‘I love you’ even when they want to, who start to cough and sputter and change the subject. But here you are. A living, breathing specimen. Incredible.”

incredible, indeed.

and a little sad…like a sunday.