There is good pride and stupidly bad pride.

Since when have I become so afraid of making mistakes? It’s enough to put even the most peaceful yogi in a foul mood.

Although, I’ve got a hunch that it is hardest for me to acknowledge regrets since it means I need to own up to my mistakes– of the stupidly bad pride variety. It’s learning to forgive and trust myself, letting go of all the things that don’t matter, that I can’t control, and simply need to face openly and outright.

I am no longer the same person nor would I want to be. While I mourn losing some of that foolish naivety, in a way I know it will always be remain the part of me that guides my hope…simply tempered by some very valuable lessons.

If there is any way to be a smart happy fool, then I’m going to try best to make it happen!

Feather light

“Let other pens dwell on guilt and misery.” ― Jane Austen

Where the wind blows

With age and experience, one is supposed to be wiser. So, I suppose I am, but sometimes it sure as hell doesn’t feel like it.

Since the tween years, I’ve been going through continuous coming-of-age cycles. Am I wiser? Yeah!…I mean, sort of. By my early twenties, I was half-jokingly naming them my quarter-life crises. By now, I know this is just life, struggling to live fully, hoping to love rightly, and trying to remind myself what matters most along the way.

5 years ago, inquisitively contemplative conversations with myself on an anonymous little piece of blogosphere gave peace to my worries and strength to move forward into more unknowns. 5 years later, I find I am again in sore need of more than a little of both.

Wisdom is not knowing where the wind may blow, just that it will always do so.