A friend pointed out that some people turn bitter and hard when they suffer as I did, and others turn soft like me. She asked the difference, and I must admit; I don’t understand what the difference is. Maybe it’s genetic. Maybe I’m just a wimp.
Yes, celebrate yourself, believe in yourself, make yourself feel sexy. You deserve it. Let me say that again.
I guess people who know me well might be expecting me to write about being lonely and respectful of people who are alone today, but those who know me even better than that realize that I’m also a hopeless romantic.
I was raised to be immensely practical. As such, I had to refuse her very kind and loving offer. My readers might immediately think this has something to do with pride, and I suppose I’d have to admit that that has something to do with it, but not nearly as much as you might think.
My friend is at a point in his career where he is wondering whether or not to gear his career towards administration. He asked me for advice, and the reality is that, I can’t give any. It’s such a personal question and depends so completely on personal interests and goals.
All too often, I’ve heard sentences that begin with something along the lines of “you’re only alone because…”
There was one café that is the very first stop of the New York Times newspaper delivery. A friend took me there, and we waited for the paper delivery so we could be the very first people in the world to read the New York Times paper that day