Jamie Varon

The only way to start is right now. To start observing what thoughts you are taking as truth or what beliefs you are assuming are the “reality” of the world. Get curious. Get brave.

Let’s start making choices based entirely off what makes us feel our best and try to take punishment out of the equation.

Our only job, essentially, is to allow and lean in and know that through pain and rejection and sadness and heartbreak and loss, there is a world that exists in relativity, where we can only know true happiness and love by knowing a lack of it.

When someone says, “It looks like you could use a hug,” and you could use a hug so bad you almost cry a single tear in gratitude.

Relationships don’t fill a void or affix an emotional band-aid on your pain. Relationships aren’t the missing piece to your fulfillment.

The “I didn’t even read this, but based on the title of this piece, I hate you” commenter.

You mock the younger generation, but if anyone (and I mean, ANYONE) cards you for alcohol, you’re like the most excited you’ve ever been.

You kiss goodbye, a real kiss, an intimate kiss. You kiss hello and look in each other’s eyes and talk about your respective days. You hug and you cuddle and you sleep next to each other and you smile when they wake up, even if you’ve woken up to that face every day for the past seven years.

The Refresher Nap Ten to fifteen minutes tops and you’re revived, refreshed, and feeling like you just anti-aged. The vanilla ice cream of naps!

Stop giving the media, your mom, your next door neighbor, whatever, whoever, power over how you feel about yourself. What do they know?

The first time you tell them your biggest, darkest secret and they listen and kiss you on the cheek and say thank you for telling them and you’re all, wait, why was I so worried about telling them that?

Life has a way of demanding us to step the fuck up. It doesn’t want us to hide and cower and avoid and distract our feelings away. Why have we become so ashamed of having feelings? Be sad!