I've seen too much, and I've lost too many. And too much of me still wants to fix it.
I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
Memories can be a choice, sometimes.
I've written myself through loneliness, depression, anxiety, anger, fear, frustration for my entire life.
I've been promising this one for a while.
Things always go wrong with cooking. And as soon as something goes wrong, your timing goes straight to hell.
That's the beauty of NaNoWriMo: your job is to write.
Maybe we don't need a feel-good movie about the first person walking on the moon. But I'm not sure we needed such a melancholy one.
A positive attitude doesn't rescue you once you've gone over that cliff. At some point, you're dropping, and it's just a matter of what you hit when you get to the bottom.