“You know I’m old in some ways. In others, well, I’m just a little girl. I like sunshine and pretty things and cheerfulness, and I dread responsibility.” -Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise

I’m thankful and ready and restless and scared. But mostly I’m just so filled with feelings and struggles and confusion and light, that I don’t have room for much else. May I never complain, though I know I do that too much. May I always choose happiness, though I know I often don’t. May I always be grateful. May I learn how to say what I feel. May I have abundant courage. May I let you see all the poems I wrote you with my shaky hand. May I pursue the sun, but never stop loving the rain. And may I stop being so damn angsty all the time, I mean seriously.

Life is good scary. Good scary. Good. And. Scary. And good. And scary.

“When the world knocks at your front door, clutch the knob tightly and open on up. Run foreword into its widespread, greeting arms with your hands in front of you, fingertips trembling though they may be.” -Anis Mojgani