the sun goes down, the stars come out. and all that counts is here and now. my universe will never be the same. i’m glad you came.

Tonight, for the first time in at least a year, I got off my Brown Line stop and headed down Diversey to the apartment at roughly a decent hour for a weekday night.  (Around 6 pm, I believe.)  Actually, after getting off the train and heading home- with a detour through Trader Joe's first- I wondered,Wait, did I make … Continue reading the sun goes down, the stars come out. and all that counts is here and now. my universe will never be the same. i’m glad you came.

what makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful.

"What makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful."  I heard this line earlier in the week while listening to an online presentation on vulnerability (link here) and had one of those Time Stops moments.  With me writing about this now- days later- it's obvious that this line has been on my mind.  What makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful.  Do me a … Continue reading what makes you vulnerable, makes you beautiful.

“be open and receptive to love.”

Birthday girl, Dina, ironically gave me a gift yesterday in the form of serenity and clarity as she shared this quote: "Be ready for love when it does come. Prepare the field and be ready to nourish love. Be loving, and you will be lovable. Be open and receptive to love."  First let me say … Continue reading “be open and receptive to love.”

i should steal you away. in the middle of the night, come take your heart.

"Don't be afraid to fall in love. It's the only thing that matters in life. Fall in love with as many things as possible. Fall in love over & over & over because in the end that's all that really matters."  This line from Country Strong is notably one of my most favorite lines ever- for obvious … Continue reading i should steal you away. in the middle of the night, come take your heart.

regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made. who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.

I woke up thinking about him the other morning.  "Him" being that boy that I used to wake up every morning thinking about, not to mention fall asleep thinking about and waking in the middle of the night, tossing and turning, trying not to think about him.  From what I remember, he appeared in my dream … Continue reading regrets and mistakes, they’re memories made. who would have known how bittersweet this would taste.