I Need You to Read This

by Jessa Maxwell

But the problem with paddling like crazy is that sometimes, just focusing on surviving makes it hard to know what direction you’re heading or if you are going anywhere at all.

The kind of woman who stopped in on a whim to do whatever she liked, who had a sort of lightness to her as if nothing terrible had touched or could touch her.

Alex is self-aware enough to know that money won’t buy happiness, but it can sure help with comfort.

She always wanted to make sure that she saved any letters from people who could possibly be a danger to themselves or others.” “Oh?” Alex tugs at the edges of her sleeves. “What did she do with those?” “I’m not sure, honestly. I think she kept them at her beach house for some reason. All I know is that if someone wrote to her in need, there is no way she would get rid of the letter.”

Maybe a motive? Taking back an incriminating letter?

You have to allow yourself to be vulnerable if you want to receive anything good this world has to offer.

We can never get back time—it’s one of life’s biggest tragedies but also one of its greatest motivators. If things were not finite, there would be no need to ever evaluate what is most important to us. You thought you were being true to yourself by keeping your options open, but all that time you were living in fear. If you are not mindful, you can spend a whole lifetime weighing your options. Commitment to anything, let alone another person, takes bravery.

It’s been a long time since she’s had this kind of feeling about a person, the kind of comfortable chemistry where just watching them do something mundane is attractive.