Whenever

Whenever I start to suffer - not for the good, but out of that boredom, that entitlement, that self-pity that finds me, usually after 6pm on work days...or that which sometimes creeps in between fun times on weekends or, let's be real, in heavy traffic, or long waits, or when someone criticizes me, I try to think of something along these lines:

I have a lot of faith in life, and a large part of that belief system tells me we only get one. One life to be everything that we are, tell people we love them, to appreciate all that's here and won't be here tomorrow.

As I've explained before, opening up is hard for me. Letting people know just how much I value them, and not only them, but the experiences I get to have with them sharing our weird cross-section of humanness, has been a real challenge.

It's taken me a while to realize that people accept me. People still love me when I'm bad or wrong, still value me when I can give them nothing but imperfection. Now that I'm starting to get that, life is starting to feel like a vacation after all.

Too short. Never enough pictures. But sweet.