Sundays
Trying to not spend myy whole day scrolling through tumblr.
Cooking for the week
Straightening up the house
Laundry
Dancing eradically in between chores
Settle down and read some cook books with cats at my feet
seen from Canada
seen from United States
seen from China

seen from Canada
seen from China

seen from United States
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from China
seen from Germany
seen from United States
seen from China
seen from United States
seen from Canada

seen from Canada

seen from Germany
seen from Canada

seen from Netherlands

seen from Canada
seen from Germany
Sundays
Trying to not spend myy whole day scrolling through tumblr.
Cooking for the week
Straightening up the house
Laundry
Dancing eradically in between chores
Settle down and read some cook books with cats at my feet
I need therapy after writing Kurt’s therapy scene and it doesn’t even touch on his most traumatic experiences. You know he’s thinking about them though.
Kinda wanna come out Kinda never want to speak to another human being ever again.
Being vulnerable with white boys in the hopes of being understood and heard and knowing distantly that no matter how down they are they're never going to walk a mile in your shoes
You have to do the hard things [to be successful].
You have to make the call you’re afraid to make.
You have to get up earlier than you want to get up.
You have to give more than you get in return right away.
You have to care more about others than they care about you.
You have to fight when you are already injured, bloody, and sore.
You have to feel unsure and insecure when playing it safe seems smarter.
You have to lead when no one else is following you yet.
You have to invest in yourself even though no one else is.
You have to look like a fool while you’re looking for answers you don’t have.
You have to grind out the details when it’s easier to shrug them off.
You have to deliver results when making excuses is an option.
You have to search for your own explanations even when you’re told to accept the “facts.”
You have to make mistakes and look like an idiot.
You have to try and fail and try again.
You have to run faster even though you’re out of breath.
You have to be kind to people who have been cruel to you.
You have to meet deadlines that are unreasonable and deliver results that are unparalleled.
You have to be accountable for your actions even when things go wrong.
You have to keep moving towards where you want to be no matter what’s in front of you.
You have to do the hard things. The things that no one else is doing. The things that scare you. The things that make you wonder how much longer you can hold on.
Those are the things that define you. Those are the things that make the difference between living a life of mediocrity or outrageous success.
The hard things are the easiest things to avoid. To excuse away. To pretend like they don’t apply to you.
The simple truth about how ordinary people accomplish outrageous feats of success is that they do the hard things that smarter, wealthier, more qualified people don’t have the courage — or desperation — to do.
Do the hard things. You might be surprised at how amazing you really are.
Lately, I really miss God. I miss the loving embrace of Abba, and the gap seems larger than I could ever imagine crossing. Tonight, it hit me again what I have known all alone but forgotten. Jesus already bridged that gap, but it is up to me to cross it, to shed my flesh and pride and cross it. It is going to be a long journey again, but I think I am ready to make it and go farther than I have ever been. It is going to take a lot of work, a lot of changes, and need a lot of support. But I know this is something I need to do. I can't run in the opposite direction any further.