As I write these words, I'm in an empty bedroom. Nearly all of my belongings are packed into boxes and bags in the next room. Our furniture has been sold and carted away. Tonight will be my last night nestled in these blue, misty woods filled with wild turkeys and the occasional red wolf. This weekend we're trading mountains for skyscrapers.
I thought I'd take this quiet moment in this quiet space and share 27 things I've learned in my 27 years. Inspired by Joy.
Life is bittersweet. The good is always tangled up with the bad, and visa-versa. Even the most beautiful, perfect moments are lined with a certain sadness because we know they're fleeting.
Platinum bread yeast is freakin' awesome. If you're a baker-- just, you're welcome.
Optimism is magical.
Friends don't make fun of things that are important to you. Surround yourself with people who take you and your ambitions seriously. Everyone else can be dropped.
Dancing alone is just as fun now as when you were 12.
Boundaries are integral. Know yours and protect them with ferocity.
You can know a great deal about a person by how he or she treats customer service workers.
Being right is almost never important.
Being a good listener is the basis of all deep, lasting relationships.
Don't brush off compliments. It's disrespectful both to yourself and to the one complimenting you.
Don't brush off constructive criticism. Even if, in the end, it isn't helpful to your particular situation, give it some consideration, especially if it's coming from someone who cares about you.
Do brush off hurtful criticism. The sort that is very unhelpful and often is an insult or an attack in disguise.
Crystals = awesome gifts. Baked goods are the best, too.
There's absolutely nothing wrong with eating peanut butter out of the jar with a spoon.
Madness is relative.
Respect children. They are human beings, just like you.
Passing judgement is easy and cheap. Try empathy instead. It is something you can learn.
Body shaming is never, ever okay. Ever. (See above).
Science is important. People will take you much more seriously the faster you figure this out.
Being on the fringe of anything doesn't make you special.
It's okay to not meditate every day. Also, those small moments of awareness-- in which you notice the glistening beauty in the water droplets while washing dishes, or take deep breaths when another annoying siren whizzes by-- those count as meditation, too. It's not always a lighting-the-candle-sitting-in-a-perfect-lotus-dramatic event.
It always feels amazing to get rid of clutter.
There are always people who think they know everything, especially about the things they actually know nothing of. Just let them be.
Pain and loss can be used to fuel deep, engaging creative works.
Read poetry. It's essential.
Don't try giving up coffee ever again. It's just not in the cards.
Baking your own birthday cake can be a happy, fulfilling experience. Unless you're about to move to New York and all your cake pans are packed. Then it's okay to order a slice of decadent, caramel cheesecake. Which I shall. : )
See you from the city next time.