this was texted to me in the middle of the night last night. sometimes there is a very fine line between hate and love.
It’s time to step out of the love/hate dualism paradigm…
And Be Here Now. :)
(Source: forbiddenfruitcocktail, via holographicwaves)
mom stuff
20 years ago today i lost my birth mom. i don’t really remember a life with her in it, so it’s hard to say i miss her, but it makes me sad to know that she was sick for a long time with the knowledge that she was going to miss out on watching her little girl grow up. First dates, graduations, and all the tribulations in between – she missed , and will continue to miss - it all. That sucks.
My brother tells me she was strong - a real fighter. She left the UK and came to Canada with nothing but her two sisters when they were in their mid-teens. She married young, built a house with my dad, and saved until one day she could afford to buy herself a piano and teach herself to play her favorite song. She worked as a mental health worker, had a million friends, exercised like a ninja, raised a brilliantly badass teenaged son while still managing to teach me to read when I was only four.
So even though she hasn’t been around, her absence has still shaped who I’ve become. It helped me grow strong, and taught me realities of human nature that I may never have learned otherwise. It forced me to accept my own mortality at a very young age, and to appreciate the time I have – as you never know when those moments may be cut short.
Mom, you were a badass. Thank you for giving me life. It’s been a long road without you, but I’m pretty sure you’d be proud of where it’s taken me so far.
a very specific type of relationship is created when you lock two people and a bunch of routers in a small room overnight for an extended period of time.
