jessica and i had dinner the other nite. she ran the marathon a few weeks back and i’m just so proud of her. next year, if we’re still here, i’m totally running the last half with her.
anyway, one reason i love her so much, is because she talks honestly about what’s really going on with her. one thread of life that keeps resurfacing the last couple of months for me is that we all have similar and very universal questions. am i doing what i’m supposed to do? am i working hard enough at my relationships? am i meeting expectations at work? am i fun? and i sincere? do they like me? am i enough of everything? is my art any good? would i be a good mother? the more i talk about it with my freinds, the more i realize we’re all in this together. we need to dig deep, support one another, lift each other up. if i’m moody, i just want to say i’m moody and not be judged for it. i’m not perfect. in fact, i am moody. but i’m also fun and compassionate and a good friend. but why aren’t we all just talking about the most obvious thing in our heart at any given particular time? and why are we so hard on ourselve? i’m just a young woman, feeling confident and free and very beautifully alive most days, but somedays not. i’m lucky to be surrounded by women who are similar. who know they have a solid foundation in themselves upon which to question everything…because the answers bring me hope.