9.22 pm

“Miss? Are you alright?”

I snapped to attention, quickly glancing around the tiny coffee shop – the only coffee shop, in fact, that existed in my tiny town. I’d been drowsy, lured to sleep by the golden smiles of sunshine glimmering through the antique windowpanes. “Sorry,” I blurted, looking up – and stopping.

she looked at me over her tinted, jeweled sunglasses with eyes so blue I thought I might drown in them. reaching out a velvet gloved hand, the flawless woman touched my arm. “Are you alright, darling?” her voice had a touch of an accent as she repeated the question.

normally, I would’ve been creeped out. I mean, this woman looked like someone from…well anywhere but here. 2 seconds were all I needed to sum her up. fancy purse, perfect makeup, jewels across her throat – she’d fit in a lot better posing next to the Hollywood sign than standing over the cracked and scratched coffee table that wobbled when you leaned on it.

“Um…yes, I am.” I stirred my macchiato as the lie tumbled out. without a second of hesitation, the movie star worthy woman pulled out the chair opposite me and sat down with perfect grace.

“Tell me all about it,” she declared.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, as well as I do, that your heart is weary.” the stranger sipped her drink that had seemingly come out of nowhere. figures.

I, on any other day, would’ve run out of the shop a longgg time ago. but there was something about her that compelled me to stay. so I did.

“I can’t let go of him.” the words escaped my mouth as easily as a breath of air. “Even after everything that’s happened…I can’t.”

she looked at me over her sunglasses, legs crossed like she was at a photo shoot. a whiff of Chanel perfume washed over me as she leaned across the ancient table.

“Darling,” she whispered, “not everyone you lose is a loss.”

 

and then I woke up.

 

 

Day 27: Unfinished.

I’m the kind of person who loves to put their earbuds in and stare dreamily out the car window at the passing scenery, whether that scenery is the wonderful handiwork of God (nature) or a busy freeway packed with cars.

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I also love airports – for the organized chaos that reigns everywhere you walk, and also for the delighting variety of people you see there.

Confession: I love people-watching.

I like to wonder what kind of lives they have. Does the man slumped in the bus station have a warm home to return to? Does the tired-looking cashier wearily scanning potatoes get enough rest? The little girl, walking all alone behind a loud chattering group of children on their way home for school – is she okay? Does she have a loving family?

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Every pair of eyes I see holds some kind of emotion – joy, fear, sadness. There is so much pain in this world and it has affected many people in many different ways.

Every person has a story to tell that makes them unique and different, and every story is worth hearing. I have a story full of ups and downs that would take a lifetime to retell – and it is still being written. It’s unfinished; a rough draft.

What’s your story?

 

 

Day 22: What if?

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What if our eyes saw souls instead of bodies? How different would our perception of beauty be?

What if all our dreams came true?

What if there was no hate, and everyone loved each other without focusing on their negative points?

What if you and your best friend never met? (*cough* I’d be dead…)

Also, thank goodness for Steve Jobs.

What if an asteroid really did hit Earth and killed the dinosaurs…what if it was a UFO and we’re the aliens @_@

What if we never made mistakes?

What if we could say things that fit each situation perfectly, every single time? (this would help me so much…I’m an awkward potato :/ )

What if there was no depression?

What if everyone’s sole purpose in life was to bring joy to others? Imagine how lovely that would be :33

What if we stopped saying “what if” and started saying “Let’s”?

— something to think about.

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btw, what are your what if’s?

 

 

 

Day 17: 7 Things To Do When You’re Feeling Nostalgic

  1. Take a walk in nature.
  2. Watch the sunset – there’s something captivating about watching a fiery golden ball throw purple, pink, and orange hues across the indigo skies.
  3. Look at old photographs – this is one of my absolute favorites and always transports me back in time.Image result for tumblr pic of polaroids
  4.  Read an old entry in a journal or a diary.Image result for tumblr pic of old journals
  5.  Go on a long drive with that nostalgic playlist going.
  6. Read a book in a quiet, little cozy corner of your house that’s preferably naturally lit. Image result for tumblr pic of little cozy corner
  7. Take a warm shower.

I hope you’ll find these tips useful :D

 

inspired by Free People’s blog

Day 16: rant.

Insecurities.

why do they even exist? why do they torment my mind at all hours and moments of the day. of my life? they destroy not only my confidence, but everyone else’s self-confidence.

insecurities are always pressuring us to look like others, act like others, listen to the same songs as others.

we should be allowed to love ourselves. after all, we are God’s masterpieces. insecurities, you shouldn’t be allowed to destroy us from the inside out. I’m tired of not being tall enough, not being skinny enough, not being fit enough, not cool enough, not pretty enough. I’m just tired of not being enough. it takes all of 3 seconds to compare ourselves with others. society is constantly slapping us with images of how we should look and behave. give us freedom to be ourselves, to embrace ourselves for who we really are. honestly guys, let the haters hate. you are beautiful. you are strong. you are worth it. God has brought you through everything that you thought you wouldn’t get through. you’ll live.

you’ll be okay, and it’s perfectly fine to cry. it’s okay to spend sleepless nights. fall in love with yourself, and fall in love with Him. you are His unbelievably precious, precious masterpiece. He loves you, and I do too. sorry this post was long, but it was needed.

 

 

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Day 10: My Favorite Quote(s)

 

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“you can make or break the chains that hold you.”

“Bless this mess.”

“be fearless in the pursuit of what sets your soul on fire.”

“and though she be but little, she is fierce.” – Shakespeare

“think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy” – Anne Frank

“The more you care, the more you have to lose.” – HP

“and I think I’m gonna love you for a long long time” – my heart

“All that we are is the result of what we have thought.”

Day 2: A Confession

 

I confess…that I have spent many nights with tear-soaked pillows. I’ve wanted to give up many times – more than I can count. Sometimes I’ve even lost the willpower to keep fighting, to keep persevering in this cruel world. I’m sure many of you can relate. But I’ve learned that you can either make or break the chains that bind you.

Keep fighting.