When I was 10 I wished I was tall like she was.

When I was 15 I wished I could talk to boys like she did.

When I was 20 I wished I had the answer in class like she did

When I was 25 I wished I had the relationship she had

When I was 30 I wished I was having a baby like she was.

When I was 35 I wished I fit in like she did

When I was 40 I wished I had the business she did.

When I was 44 well… it’s still hard sometimes.

Buy the flowers. Not because someone remembered. Not because it’s an anniversary or a milestone or a day circled on the calendar in pink ink. Buy them because today happened. Because you’re here. Because life, in all its ordinary magic, is worth marking.

We were meant for big living. Daring deeds and great beauty. Yet, we often settle for small and safe. The comfort known versus the discomfort of something truly beyond ourselves. We tell ourselves that truly epic things are meant for others, not us.

Empath… Highly sensitive… Feeler… whatever you want to call it…

I’m usually the one with tears in her eyes. I wear my heart on my sleeve… and sometimes (when I’m crying) I blow my nose on said sleeve. It’s not pretty…trust me.