You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.

That's what just hit me: How you really can't have everything. You have to give up the old to get the new. You can't be the child and the mom at the same time. You can't be your young self and your old self at the same time. You can't know what you know now and feel the way you did then. You can't, you can't, you can't.

Something good was happening. My life was rising from the ashes, and the sight of it left me feeling something like hopeful.

You don't have to be perfect to be awesome.

You are writing the story of your only life every single minute of every day.

Sometimes there is no way to hold your life together. Sometimes things just have to fall apart.

It's so easy to think that your strengths don't matter.