happy november

Some words I wrote on Instagram this morning:

“Being rejected stinks. There’s no sugar coating the feeling of your heart dropping because that little life you envisioned in the gray areas of waiting and transition has suddenly evaporated in the blink of an eye. Now you have a choice to make though... Will you sit back and live a half life inside that bubble in your head, wallowing in the prospect of what could have been? Or will you go have a good cry in the shower and then dance it out and use the yellow towel because it makes you happy? You can surrender to your soft, tender moments where your world feels like it’s caving in. Just remember to pick yourself back up again.”