I love new things, but as much as I love the new, I also stick around with the well-known & loved for a long time. Sometimes, way too long.
Good things that I have kept around: my husband, Brian, & my best friend, Ali. I met them both during my freshmen year of high school. Almost ten years ago. Funny, how I managed to meet two of the most important people in my life during the same year. Then there are the shoes that I lovingly wore to death (& then bought another pair of). And of course, the little pieces of my history that only mean something to me. The notes, the letters, the pictures.
Bad things that I have been known to keep around for too long: friends who were not really friends any more, jobs that made my heart black, & habits that I have a hard time kicking.
So, here is to the new. Here is to me, writing. I am realizing more & more that I need to take care of myself. I need something to hold me accountable. I need these words, all these thoughts, to be put out there, so that I can see them, & hopefully, bring them into reality. If they stay inside my head, then they are not really real.
Music: Tori Amos “Blood Roses”
Feeling: headache-y
