reason # 345340584095834058 why my friends are so awesome:
my best friend’s family motto is:
always look your best,
always try your best,
never give up,
and pink goes with everything.
her kids are the luckiest.
reason # 345340584095834058 why my friends are so awesome:
my best friend’s family motto is:
always look your best,
always try your best,
never give up,
and pink goes with everything.
her kids are the luckiest.
i’ve been having a debate with my friends regarding closure…what it is & what it means.
i think closure is make-believe. you create your own endings and looking to someone else to complete something for you seems asinine.
nonetheless, my best friend, sweet lovely angel that she is, insisted SHE needed a certain closure. and so while i’ve closed all the doors i needed to and while i’m a fan of the high road and moving forward, this post is dedicated to her.
and a proper ending for something that was lovely while it lasted.
sometimes it’s hard to find the grace in things.
maybe you lost your job?
maybe your aunt passed away?
maybe your boyfriend broke up with you on the same day as the funeral?
maybe your mom has a tumor on her spinal cord and needs surgery?
maybe you don’t get to stay at the disneyland hotel for your pretty pretty princess party?
maybe zac efron STILL hasn’t called?
maybe ALL these things happened to you…and maybe you’re still smiling. because at the end of the day you know that without a job or relationship to define you, you get to come back to basics. you get to rediscover who you are. and what you love. and that’s where the real grace of the situation lies: self-discovery. and growth. (not taller though, i WISH!)
so, the next time you feel like the hits just keep coming (and they will), focus on the grace in the situation. and i promise you, you’ll crack a smile.
truth is, there’s beauty in the breakdown & if you’re lucky (like i am), you’ll end up with an even foxier date to your best friend’s wedding!
breathe.
last week my best friend’s fiance left for his bachelor party.
their dog would NOT stop crying about it. seriously…nonstop howling.
so, i did what any fabulous aunt would do. i grabbed his face, looked him deep in the eyes and said ‘he’s gone. he isn’t coming back. get over it.’
and then my best friend laughed and said, ‘that’s what he’s saying to you’
touche. (and probably the funniest thing i’ve heard in a long time! ex oh, dee dee)