Faceless Friday- you know the drill. Here are the things that rocked my face off this past week.
Pomegranate vodka and lemonade. Delicious.
Friendship. I get my feelings hurt rather easily when I am conflicted… and I admit I am hard to love sometimes, so I appreciate when people see through all of my bullshit, my hardness, my stubbornness and my coolness and still love me. That means the world to me. It means I am accepted and appreciated for the wonderfully made and fucked up woman I am.
Courage. People that openly admit their feelings, faults, weaknesses, and strengths and still have the balls to live life one day at a time. I fucking applaud you and am inspired by you.
Recovery. Being codependent is hard, add people with addictions, an overbearing mother, and lack of anything fulfilling other than an awesome dog to the equation and its damn near impossible to navigate… but I am. Every day and sometimes in huge ways. I am so grateful to not be that girl anymore, so grateful to be grounded in who I am and what I want in my life, and so very aware that I must work at it every day. Humbly my face is rocked.
Nico Harper. I have now had Nico for a year and could not be more grateful for him, my man dog extraordinaire. He saved my life, which is not something that I will ever forget or ever take lightly. I am forever grateful to be his person and proud to have him as my dog.
Movie dates, roommates, and scrunchie wearing warriors. Without my girlfriends I would be lost in more ways than one. I am grateful, GRATEFUL, that I have women to confide in, love on, lean on, and laugh with. Thank YOU. Each and every one of you. Thank you for the shelter, the shoulders, the laughter, and more importantly the knowing I belong as your friend. Everyone needs to know they are loved, and you all go above and beyond to make sure I know EVERY day that I am loved, wanted, and worth so much more than I ever thought.
This moment. I’m learning to love moments. It sounds cliché, and easy, but once you try it after trying to control so much for so long it’s all new and exciting. No matter what is happening, I have the choice to stop and just accept what is happening at that EXACT moment, without pressure of the future, or the fuckedupness of the past. Just the moment. Turns out it’s easier to love yourself that way as well. I may not be perfect at this, but that’s okay, at least I keep trying.
Good morning texts, forgiveness, and kindness. All of those things.
Coffee. Yeah, you knew it would be on the list…. Coffee and I adore each other.
And Craughers…. with an overwhelming amount of gratitude, I sincerely thank you.