Nick’s not a hugely creative person. He’s never been interested in photography or art or anything like that.
I think he just took them because he wanted to remember what this was like. What our life is like now. Chilling round each other’s houses, going on walks, eating together, sleeping together.
i think one of the things that gets missed by the people who really don’t like my romanticizing adulthood post is that it’s not a passive “oh magical things happen to you as an adult” sort of deal
it’s a “this is my one and only life, and i’m going to milk it for all it’s worth” sort of deal
it’s a defiant “i didn’t actually think i’d make it this far” sort of deal
i’m not trying to say, “oh just think positive and everything will be fine” because that’s not true, but we are what we practice, and i think it’s important to consciously practice joy and appreciation and treating my life like it’s special because it is.
there are days that fucking suck being a grown up, but going, “joy is fleeting and misery is the norm” does nothing but make you (and the people around you) miserable. i am way more happy than i EVER was a kid or teenanger, and a big part of that is doing special things like buying myself a cup of dippin’ dots just because i can or deciding last minute that i want to go on an “adventure” (even if that’s just walking around a secondhand store i’ve never been to before) and recognizing that these are gifts i’m giving myself because i deserve to live a life i’m in love with.
“What part of yourself did you have to destroy in order to survive in the world this year? But most importantly: what have you found to be unkillable?”
— Arabelle Sicardi, from “The Year in Ugliness,” published in The Poetry Project
