a daily practice
For most of my life, I’ve been a big believer in words. In our abilities to create our realities with the words we use. It’s why I’m very careful about how I speak and the words I use.
For most of my life, the last thing I said to my mother every night was, “Goodnight. I love you.” We always had this understanding that life was short. I never go to bed mad at anyone. It’s one of my few hard rules in life.
So many of my friends are dealing with a lot right now. We all get busy. We all forget to check-in. Sometimes, we just don’t talk about the stuff that hurts–because talking can hurt too. The world is tough right now and so much feels so unloving.
I’m going to start randomly, but regularly, posting here…whenever the mood strikes. Every day, I’m going to share this thought, or some variation, with someone somewhere. Because I mean it. And even if I haven’t talked to you recently, know that it’s true. Always.
Goodnight. I love you. You matter. I see you. I forgive you. I’m sorry. I’m here.