Perspective, peers, and friendship.
Isn’t it funny how we let some of the people in our lives affect our sense of worth, in an unconscious way? … They erode the awareness you once had of just how much you do matter, just how sharp your mind really is, just how significant your contributions have been. And so… it sometimes takes one to know one; a gentle friend to remind you in sometimes not-so-gentle words that you aren’t seeing yourself as clearly as others do. That you are not just a little bit good, you are fucking stellar. And the friend who can bring you back into your groove? That friend is amazing. That friend is so worth drinking Pink Cadillacs and El Otono cocktails on a Monday night until you both nearly turn into pumpkins a staggering and blazing-fast 4 hours after entering the place you went for dinner.
Her words stuck with me the last few days. I must’ve been in fog these last two weeks, I think. And today, that friend of mine with her loud “Girl, are you fucking kidding me?” wake-up call got a serious thank you from me.
Much love to you, Kerin. Your