Remind your dear self that you are well loved. Fortunately, you know some of the world's greatest. Be thankful for those rocks that show up in your mailbox at the precise moment you need them to.* And those other rocks. Your brothers, your mother, your best friends. Those reliable few. Those irreplaceable some. Those real keepers. Those ones who are real ones. Who answer their phone on the first ring because they're your real sugar angels. Your plum cakes. Who ask you to cook buttery pasta with them at the exact moment you are starved, and are in need of nothing more than buttery, eggy, really great pasta. Remind your dear self that your self is dear. Drink down that bottle of wine and enjoy your sourdough. You are wonderful and great and I really believe you're super duper. And everything that is the worst perhaps hopefully maybe makes room for something better maybe somehow. And who are we without hope? The lower-case "l" lord knows how hopeful I have been, and how hopeful I remain. Darn hopeful. In the best way. Here is to feeling okay when you're feeling everything but okay. And, more importantly, here's to those wonderful people who make you feel that way. To my friends and family who are impossibly great, thank-you, you darn shits, for being so overall lovely and amazing.
*My dear ma' sent me a great couple of rocks in the mail but I am without camera now. You will just have to come to Vancouver and see for yourself how stellar they are.
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