Sometimes I won’t ever discuss what I’m reading until I go to a friend’s house and notice a stack of books on their desk. Then our conversation turns to stories, concepts and ideas that we recently discovered within the pages of our latest reads. I love those conversations. We should have more of them.
Reading in bed alongside each other, making faces in the bathroom mirror each morning, cooking meals together; those things happened — but you’d never know.
Our downfall will not be from believing in ourselves and striving towards our goals; it will be from second-guessing ourselves and slipping “ifs” and “buts” into every statement that describes who we are and what we want to be.
I will already know about the wedding and the four kids, thanks to my news feed. I will somehow know about every job, every vacation, and every life event my classmates have experienced as long as I follow them on Instagram.