A Bit Much Quotes

“plans are like foreheads / wrinkles make them a lot more interesting.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“Reassurances to Save for a Rainy Day No one is mad at you. No one thinks you’re stupid. (Honestly, everyone thinks you’re hot.) No one noticed that one embarrassing thing you did back there and if they did, they already stopped thinking about it. You’re doing a great job. You look cute today. You are very funny. You would be missed. It’s okay. Things happen. You will get another chance. Everyone you admire has had to ask for help. If they left, they are not the one. If they made you feel small, they are not the one. If they tip 10%, they are not the one. What you’re feeling is totally normal. That person was wrong about you. You can pull that off (maybe reexamine the idea of only wearing clothing that is “flattering”— it’s maybe not the guiding light it should be). There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Things will get easier. You are not in the way. What you’re feeling makes sense. You do not have to earn joy or rest. You do not have to be your “best self” every day. (And if someone tells you this they are a life coach trying to funnel you into a six-week course. Run.) No one does it like you. It is not too late. You are not too old. You are worthy of good things. If cauliflower can be pasta you can be whatever you want.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“All Downhill After 30 Sheesh, tell me about it! It’s a rapid decline Like the back road in your hometown that you cruised your bike down on a dare Wind in your face Tears in your eyes Downhill like where lush valleys reside offering shade and reflection and rest Downhill as in ambling towards ease, pleasure, joy Downhill like an exhale a soft landing a Slinky’s descent Yes, that’s exactly what growing older feels like, if you’re down for the ride”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“I can be patient … just not for long,” to which you wryly replied, “Pretty sure that doesn’t count as patience.” But joke’s on you because it’s quite “1 Corinthians 13” of me that I had no trouble whatsoever waiting my whole life to find you”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“Thanks for your email! SIKE—the only emails any of us are actually thankful for are ones that tell us our package is arriving today, our food is almost here, or that we landed the gig. If your message does not fit into one of those categories, please consider me out of the office, out of reach, out of my mind, and out of patience. I will be far, far away from my inbox until the phrase “Can I pick your brain?” is outlawed or we find a way to convince clients that their edits always make the piece worse—whichever comes first. If your request is urgent, no it isn’t. If you can’t figure it out without me, yes you can. If you really can’t figure it out without me, aren’t you grateful I’m so talented? Let’s make sure to circle back on that when I get back to you next week/month/decade. Thanks in advance, xoxo. P.S. Your email found me well because it did not find me.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“The spookiest haunted house I’ve ever been to is an evangelical church: Everyone hides behind a mask There’s at least one main ghost And the entire thing hinges on a bloodbath Wouldn’t you also be scared if you were taught that you are powerless to save yourself?”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“I know there is no bright side to this grief But Let me open the curtain for you just a smidge— I swear I can almost see a break in the clouds”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“You are stronger than you think—and I’m sorry you have to be.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“No one is mad at you. No one thinks you’re stupid. (Honestly, everyone thinks you’re hot.) No one noticed that one embarrassing thing you did back there and if they did, they already stopped thinking about it. You’re doing a great job. You look cute today. You are very funny. You would be missed. It’s okay. Things happen. You will get another chance. Everyone you admire has had to ask for help. If they left, they are not the one. If they made you feel small, they are not the one. If they tip 10%, they are not the one. What you’re feeling is totally normal. That person was wrong about you. You can pull that off (maybe reexamine the idea of only wearing clothing that is “flattering”— it’s maybe not the guiding light it should be). There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Things will get easier. You are not in the way. What you’re feeling makes sense. You do not have to earn joy or rest. You do not have to be your “best self” every day. (And if someone tells you this they are a life coach trying to funnel you into a six-week course. Run.) No one does it like you. It is not too late. You are not too old. You are worthy of good things. If cauliflower can be pasta you can be whatever you want.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“BREAKING NEWS: Local Woman Gets Out of Bed We’re getting reports that an area woman has yet again done the impossible That’s right, Ken, sources have confirmed that she opened her eyes, took a deep breath and stepped out into the day to face the many strange and delightful horrors that the world keeps in its back pocket Look how she faces the sun Look what she’s making of the mess Look what’s become of her bravery”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“The fourth step in my morning skincare routine is screaming”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“I have officially lost interest in the business of constricting myself”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“Hysterical I’m going off the deep end anyone want anything? I’m in the market for some deep, cleansing screams A few meditative complaints A mantra or two made up entirely of curse words Do they make a “Rage Spiral” scented essential oil? How about a “Worst Case Scenario” flavored herbal tea? Sounds delicious and insane pour me a double I crank up my “Unhinged Hits” playlist and relax into my hissy fit If anyone needs me for the next 2 hours I’ll be just down the road losing my mind”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“In fact, if there’s one piece of ancient wisdom I’ve learned as a dinosaur born in the late 1900s / it’s that / plans are like foreheads / wrinkles make them a lot more interesting.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“You can’t temper a storm But you can sure as hell evacuate the beach”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“You’re a soft place to land / a hard, wheezing laugh / the closest I’ll come to another sister / I used to think all of this in-between stuff was the intermission / the rest stops along the way / the amuse-bouche / the filler flowers / but lately I’ve come to realize that all of this small stuff is the stuff / this is it / the main event / the blue plate special / a million little drops of love that fill the whole cup.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“Someone to Eat Chips With All I’m looking for is someone to Laugh at all my jokes Give me the pickle that comes with their sandwich Explain Daylight Saving Time to me every year (multiple times) Read the entire contract and tell me if I should sign Bear the weight of my failures but be the first to put a feather in my cap Be the keeper of my heart and the curator of my secrets Stand in the dark doorway of our uncertain future and step inside Is that so much to ask?”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems

“This is a book about fun and feelings and, occasionally, potato chips.”
― Lyndsay Rush, A Bit Much: Poems