43. Sober weekends.
10 years ago I was in my early 20s would have never went a whole weekend without partying. Now the idea of partying all weekend sounds horrible. I’m still down for the occasional night out, but getting brownout drunk every single Friday and Saturday is about as appealing as rubbing my nuts on a cheese grater.
44. Over the years I have switched from a boobs-guy to a boobs and ass-guy.
“You are the only person who gets to decide if you are happy or not—do not put your happiness into the hands of other people. Do not make it contingent on their acceptance of you or their feelings for you. At the end of the day, it doesn’t matter if someone dislikes you or if someone doesn’t want to be with you. All that matters is that you are happy with the person you are becoming. All that matters is that you like yourself, that you are proud of what you are putting out into the world. You are in charge of your joy, of your worth. You get to be your own validation. Please don’t ever forget that.” — Bianca Sparacino
Excerpted from The Strength In Our Scars by Bianca Sparacino.
