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How does one move on from a man so kind of heart and fine of ass?
Maybe we should do things because we love them, not because we’ve always done them that way.”
“It’s just hard to know which choice is right until it’s all over, I guess.”
His breath comes out warm against my neck, voice shaking: “It never occurred to me that you might be mine.”
But then she told me I’d already met the love of my life, I just wasn’t listening.” He laughs. “And all I do is listen.”
“Listen up,” she says, “because I’m going to tell you a secret not everyone knows: Everything is going to be okay. I mean it. I realize everyone around you being messy might make you feel like you can’t ever be, but that isn’t true. It’s okay to be messy sometimes, honey.” When I wrap my arms around her
Mom only asks that we come and listen respectfully, and that we work to be good and kind, and live generous lives.
I’ve spent years not trusting my ability to make decisions and quietly letting life just happen to me. It can’t be a coincidence that the moment I stopped being passive and followed my instincts, everything seemed to fall into place. I know what makes me happy—trusting myself. What a gift, right? I found happiness.
The only person whose expectations you have to live up to is yourself.
When I thought it didn’t matter and no one would remember, I finally started living authentically. I quit my job. I was honest about my feelings. I went after what I wanted without fear.
