there will never be enough time in the day or quarters in the glass change jar. the sun may not peek through the clouds for days, the words may not be audible or legible, and strangers may not greet me in their passing, but I am closer to a place of knowing what I need the most to grow, despite the imperfect variables and missed opportunities. I will continue to wear my heart on the outside of my chest, instead of hanging it safe beneath my ribcage, because quite honestly there is no more room for disappointment, missed friendships, or deflated passions. I wear my good intention for a purpose larger than selfishness, and I will continue to admire the strength and bravery that grows out of cultivating quiet rejuvenating moments, even if the world is moving on ahead without me

breathe in patience, breathe out resistance - who’s with me?