Unthreaded words, pictures, and tumblr posts about my current #mood.
Amazing, nice, and healing things that friends said to me:
- “You were too real for him. Too good.”
- “You’re growing up. You’re doing college right.”
- Me: Thank you for listening to my story.
Linda: Oh, I liked hearing it. I think you do everything right.
I think maybe the secret to living is storing little pockets of happiness across your life, in many hiding spots. That way, if a certain aspect of your life disappoints you, you still have a mosaic of reservoirs to find joy in.
The most important reservoir, however — the fullest and richest one — should be in yourself.
This has been true ever since I got to Penn, but I can’t help feeling it and declaring it: I love seeing those two tall, blue-glass buildings in the distance whenever I’m traveling around campus. The sight awes me — and, for some reason, it makes me ache with gratefulness, every time.
I’m bursting at the seams with happiness. I admire my looks, laugh at my own jokes, feel pride in my work, pamper myself. I’m in love with myself again — but I’ve never fallen quite this deeply before.