Yesterday was my 25th birthday. I wanted this birthday to feel different; to feel BIG.
But it doesn’t.
It was Cheryl Strayed who said “acceptance is a small, quiet room.” At 25, there are a few things I’ve accepted, and a few things I need to keep telling myself:
I hope I will never outgrow stickers and lists.
It is better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring. (Thank you, Marilyn Monroe and/or Pinterest.)
There is no reason on this earth good enough to warrant making your own croissants from scratch.
Could I stand to lose five to ten pounds? Sure. Will women notice? Probably. Will men? No, and they absolutely don’t care.
I asked the manfriend for a vacuum and bedsheets for my birthday. It’s official; I’m an adult now.
I enjoy running around barefoot in the backyard with the dog. As such, my feet are usually dirty. That’s okay.
A chocolate chip cookie fresh out of the oven won’t solve anything, but it never hurts anything either.
Almost 100% of the time, other people’s actions have nothing to do with you. Try not to take things personally.
There are a lot of times when you should acknowledge that something is unnecessary or potentially embarrassing or generally just a bad idea. There are a lot of times when you should do it anyway.
Being happy is the important thing you can do every day.
When your helmet visor is open, people can hear you singing. But they cannot hear the music from your headphones.
The goal is still to be beautiful and fascinating and reckless.