I’ve spent the better part of the past year trying to figure out how to explain the recovery process. Both to myself & to others. Most often, I’m asked, “Are you back to normal now?”
girl at bar: “how would you describe LA?
bartender: “it’s extra-ordinary — full of ordinary things that are extra af” - @overheardla
truth is, we’re all just tryna stay cozy (& avoid thinking about the last time we changed our sheets) 😶
Ate 🍦 for breakfast...sooo yeah, 2019 resolutions are going well 🤷🏽♀️
the only difference between a floor & a dance floor is the company you keep 🕺🏽🎧
can i tell you a secret? it’s the first day of winter today, and i’ve randomly been thinking about how seasons play a role in our lives. more than chapters, they are constant, ever-changing, inevitable.
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lately, i’ve started thinking that places and particularly people are often seasonal in our lives too. we meet people who are right for a season — people who challenge us, who teach us, who comfort us, who help us weather a storm. they are warmth in the dead of our winters, an oasis in the heat of our summers. and in this time, they teach us how to be more ourselves. these photos are just a few (though certainly not all) of those people.
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as we change & evolve, the cast of characters changes with the seasons too. some people are part of just one season — the situationships (“a good time, not a long time” - thanks drake). other people span multiple seasons. and a rare handful are evergreen — your gravity, your north stars, your homebase.
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sometimes we’re more than ready for a season to be over (#!^& winter!). other times, a season changes before we’re ready, and we grieve its closing. (“oh, the dog days of summer!”) but those people, those places were right for a time, that season. heroes and villains alike. so we adapt; we evolve; we change inevitably like the leaves on trees. we become more us, and then — a new season begins.
I’ve spent the better part of the past year trying to figure out how to explain the recovery process. Both to myself & to others. Most often, I’m asked, “Are you back to normal now?”