That Summer Feeling

by Bridget Morrissey

The best gift you can give yourself is permission to keep figuring shit out, no matter how messy it is. You can be a different you tomorrow. You can also own the person you are today. You don’t have to hide away because you might one day change.”

What was love if not holding someone else’s hand through their chosen journeys? Our ups and downs didn’t have to match to matter.

“It took being here to see just how much I’ve been bluffing, Garland. I hide behind you,” she admitted. “All the stuff you feel out loud, I feel in quiet. That’s why I don’t like change. Change makes me feel like I don’t have a grasp on the situation. But I’m never going to have that, I realize. No matter how many angel numbers I find, or signs from the universe I chase, there’s no way to know for sure what the future will bring me.

I didn’t need my fear of control. Letting go was the best part. All good things had happened to me when I stopped trying to make them the most perfect version of a moment. I did not need any last shred of belief that there was any sort of rule book for life that I had to follow.

Messy was good. Messy could stay.

I could have my big heart and my dramatic ideas. I could dress like a kid and still be an adult. I could be you...