Tough Love

Take a step back. 
Fucking look at yourself.
You are human.
You are beautiful.
You are so beautiful.
And you can be anything.
You can be everything.

Do not hate everyone because someone broke your heart, or because your parents split up, your best friend betrayed you, your father hit you, the kid down the street called you fat/ugly/stupid/worthless.
Do not concern yourself with things you cannot control.

Cry when you need to but, let go when it’s time.
Don’t hang on to painful memories just because you’re too afraid to forget.
Let go of things that are in the past.
Forget things that aren’t worth remembering.

Stop taking things for granted.
Stop taking life for granted.
Live for something.
Live for yourself!

Fall in love.
Fall out of love.
Fall in love.
Fall out of love.
Do this over and over until you know what it really is to love someone.

Question things.
Tell people how you really feel.
Sleep under the stars.


Share something wonderful.
Meet new people.
Make someone’s day.
Follow your dreams.

Live your life to its full potential.
Just live, dammit!
Let go of all the horrible things in your life and fucking live!!

And one day, when you’re old, look back with no regrets.


Peace and Love,


July 8, 2012

I received a message yesterday from someone I was once close with.  The message started out: “I’m assuming your life has gone nowhere…

This made me sad. Not for myself, but for her.

She and I had had a falling out. It’s been so long now, that I can’t remember when or why. But, if I know women, then it’s sure to have been something insignificant that called an end to our friendship.

Relationships end, that’s a fact of life. In the years since the end of our friendship, I’ve made peace with it. I prayed for a happy life for her, and moved on. I’ve gotten closer to those people around me who have been there through good times and bad. I’ve lived a lot of days, shed a lot of tears, been through a lot of things, and come out stronger on the other side. I’ve made huge life-altering decisions surrounding my career, life and education, and I began to really write.

I’ve learned that when people send you messages or start conversations with hurtful words, they’re looking for a reaction from you. Their poor behaviour is a symptom of problems they have in their own lives. A younger version of me would have fought fire with fire and replied with something equally as mean.

Instead, I have decided to let silence speak for me. 

Peace and Love,