Ella Ceron

Before we figure out how to be successful, we may need to ask ourselves what ‘success’ really means.

When you’re all Adele and Sam Smith’ed out (because trust me, there is a threshold there) this is the playlist to turn to.

Business cards, because you never know who you’ll meet and when.

The escalation of “whatever this is” is constantly looming over your head.

The read receipt of a man who plays with fire.

There will always be little reminders, and all the memories you collected together. So you chalk it up to heartbreak, and avoid while you need to piece yourself together, and start over slowly.

I love you, save me, fix me, fix my phone, I didn’t mean that, please love me, my fate rests in your hands.

Take a selfie, text the fam, get up, check Instagram.

Because you can’t wear yoga pants to the office.

People ask you where you interned, and you’re like, “… Uh. Life?”

You’ve got this. You’ll be fine.

You think it’s resilient. It’s a muscle, after all, and muscles are tough. But tough does not mean it’s indestructible.