Hope for me, yet
July 10, 2001who am i trying to fool? i can be bitter. i can get angry. i can feel hopeless. but i am still the same girl who thought she could step into a mirror and find herself somewhere else. i still wish on stars. i keep drifting off in daydreams. i have faith in the world.
that is who i am.
of course, i have bad days. i have bad weeks. and sometimes, but only rarely, i have bad months. but i have never had a bad year. i don’t let it last that long.
life’s too short to hold on to grudges and to build walls around you and to pretend like nobody else but yourself matters. it might be easier, it’s definitely easier, but it doesn’t feel nearly as good as it does to forgive someone and let someone new into your life and give your time and thought and compassion away.
it’s worth it. i know it doesn’t feel that way, sometimes. i know it seems impossible, sometimes. but it is. this is what i tell myself. this is what i need to remember.
there’s hope for me, yet.
I'm Christine, and this is a slice of my life—a sweet, rich, wildly indulgent slice that would taste really good with a scoop of Breyers vanilla bean ice cream. Read more >>
I run a darling, friendly, little graphic design studio.
I look on the bright side.
I take photos. Lots of photos.
I wish on stars and on websites.
I built my first web site 7 years ago and got 15 seconds of fame. (It changed my life.)
I launched, then relaunched, an online magazine.
I admitted to several embarrassing crushes.
I consumed more bacon than any human should and lived to tell the tales.
