Happiness – Mary's One Hundred

181: because debt doesn’t make me appreciate my degree

Let’s be fucking clear: I didn’t earn my degree by making monthly payments until I’m 34.

I give a shit about a lot of shit.

Repetition has saved me during these strange, isolated weeks.

I do not need the bravery of a soldier; I need the trust of a servant.

Some days, life is fucking hard. Backbreaking. Terrifying. Confusing.

Thank the heavens I told that nagging, curiosity-stifling voice to fuck off.

This life is full, friends.

I am not the pacing heart, shuddered breathing, constantly engaged fight-or-flight.

Raise your hand if you’ve ever cried in front of a floor-length dressing room mirror after trying on your twelfth pair of jeans that didn’t fit.

There isn’t some life-altering lesson hidden in every experience; sometimes, you’re just sad.