“The most wasted of all days is one without laughter.” – E.E. Cummings
I’m a bit of a secrete hippy. I like incense. I talk to my plants. I believe in the quid pro quo of it all. I also believe that the universe sends you the people you need. The ones who’ll lift you up or kick your arse or teach you just the right lesson at just the right time. If you’re paying attention.
And so this is a little nod to my teachers. The people who’ve lurked or relurked back into my life at just the right moment. Who have given me the space (and weirdly, the permission) to grieve. To rant. To cry. Who’ve called me on the strange shit that pours out my subconscious. Who’ve reminded me that we all struggle with pain and disappointment and regret. And who teach me that the choosing to move forward bit is often the hardest bit of a decision.
I’m a lucky girl.