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trust creates peace.

…says my yogi tea this morning.

and i agree.

at the risk of sounding like a broken record, i haven’t ever felt this ‘at peace’ – and not in the creepy/dead way. just happy. so so SO happy.

glad i never ever settled.

thankful i trusted the universe.

and i swoon over the message that my boyfriend sent to my bestie: The way I love my girlfriend should replace all definitions in every dictionary, descriptions in every novel & examples in religious writing.

*swoon, swoon, SWOON*

..and while i know there is no such thing as ‘perfect’ – to me, he is. perfect for me, anyway.

we will return to our regularly programmed snark & sass soon. stay tuned….

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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.

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taboo.

hot on the heels of my previous posts, i’m remembering funny things from my childhood. when i was growing up my mom didn’t approve of me saying two things:

hate.

and

shut up.

i was allowed to say that i didn’t like something at all, but the H-word was forbidden. also okay to say was ‘please, be quiet’ – which does NOT have the same emphatic tone that ‘SHUT UP!’ does.

cussing was never an issue, but these two things if ever uttered would get me in DEEP trouble. (although the joke was on my mom, she’d put me in time out and i’d take a nap)

i still feel a twinge of guilt when saying i hate something. and i’m appalled when i hear ‘shut up’. this may come as a shock to even my best friends who know me as being crass with a little too much sass. i’ll drop the C-bomb no problem, but find ‘hate’ to be a little too harsh.

go figure.

see mom? i listened a little bit.

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choose happy.

someone once told me: good things don’t come easy. and love leaves hard.

and while i may have once agreed with that statement. (emphatically!) i don’t now.

i have learned that good things pop up when you least expect or anticipate them. and that love doesn’t need to leave hard. sometimes it goes and even though you thought you’d be devastated, you find yourself smiling. bigger than you ever have. or thought was possible.

and through it all, you write.
you write because you need to.
because you love it.
because without it you feel incomplete.
because it’s your disease, your vice, and your obsession.
because it’s what makes you feel right in your skin.
because it’s one of the few times you allow yourself to be completely vulnerable.
because it’s how you connect.
because there is nothing in the world that liberates you in the same way.
and because it makes you happy.

i hope everyone has as happy a heart as i do.

happy hump day.