This blog has always been a “safe space.”
A space to share the quotes from literature or life that stick to the inside of my ribcage and rub against my heart.
A space to post the songs that break down my cubicle walls and transplant me on my own little whimsical planet.
A space to wallpaper with images that make me want to buy a one way ticket to a country I can’t pronounce properly; purchase an orange tree to sit on my fire escape; quit pursuing professional dreams and instead bake cupcakes in my 800 square foot apartment to hand out to city strangers.
It isn’t reality - and that’s why I love it here.
Yet I came across this article on thought catalogue the other day. I must have shared it with 10 people right away. It isn’t safe. It doesn’t splash images or words of “the ideal.” It doesn’t make your heart pitter patter - but it’s honest. If anything it makes your stomach twist in a bit of a knot with the rawness, and in some ways I think that is even more special.
My dear friend Blair started a space of equal beauty. Again, it isn’t safe. It doesn’t flaunt or conceal the truth of what we are all thinking, feeling, living, questioning - and that’s what makes it so wonderful. I hope you will visit it here.