I started a twitter to be witty and hip and gradually devolved into whining and snark.

I promised to check facebook feeds less and generate profile info more and I don’t even remember the last time something happened directly to me.

I bought a beautiful journal to record travel thoughts and gradually stopped writing anything happy going on in my life.

and I started this blog to explore what I like about myself, and gradually began to dump all of my contorted feelings into it.

I can’t repair the damage to all of these things. But on a night like tonight when I got caught in the rain with no shoes, and I avoided a prime networking opportunity out of social anxiety, and I’m just incredibly tired after doing nothing all day, and all the dessert places are closed, I have to give myself one happy thought. One unqualified positive statement.

I still laugh, I still sleep, and I know I’ll be able to love someone else someday.