![Small Life, Slow Life: Why is Letting Go So Freaking Hard?! [Tips, tricks, quotes + a story.]](https://smalllifeslowlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/large.jpg?w=160&h=120&crop=1 "Small Life, Slow Life: Why is Letting Go So Freaking Hard?! [Tips, tricks, quotes + a story.]")
I had to forgive someone recently. Let’s just call a spade to spade: man, it’s shitty to have to do it. And I knew I had to do it, because thoughts of this person were consuming my mind. I couldn’t sleep. And no matter how well things were going on any particular day, my conversations … Continue reading
I love the above quote because it is true. It’s all the advice I read when I was struggling, and in the end, it was the only thing that worked. Trying to manifest things back failed. Making a love altar in the northeast corner of my apartment failed. Even crying for weeks in a therapist’s office … Continue reading
Long time, no blog! 🙂 I’ve had this post milling in my thoughts for some time now, and you’ll soon see why I had to wait until now to write it. It was an incredible holiday season this year, much better than the previous holidays. I was super into it, work was busy and incredible, … Continue reading
My sister and I went to a Taylor Swift concert on Tuesday. Everyone starts out wanting to hate Taylor Swift, me included, a few years ago. And if you still hate her, you clearly don’t know enough about her…because she is generous, she is dorky, she is kind, and she has a way of translating … Continue reading
You won’t trust him. Every time she’s a little quiet, you’ll panic that something is wrong and she’s leaving again. You’ll be extremely suspicious of anyone who texts him. Any happy moment or memory she shares from the time you were apart will make you feel jealous and threatened. He’ll know he needs to earn … Continue reading
“It should be called ‘Small Life, Sad Life’,” I said to my husband over lunch. “All I do is write about grief. Breakups and death and feeling suicidal.” “No,” he said. “Dealing with that stuff is part of having a small life. And you write about getting to the other side of grief.” “Hmm,” I … Continue reading
When I was seventeen, I was engaged for a brief period of time. It was a nightmare. He was only my second boyfriend. While he meant well, he had a lot of issues. So did I. We broke up, made up, deceived one another, hurt each other — it was a disaster. He got violent … Continue reading
It was Christmas Eve, 2012. I’d been at work all day, watching happy customers come and go, arms amply filled from shoulder to wrist with bags full of gifts for their loved ones. It had drizzled the night before (this is Los Angeles, after all, so there’s no snow here), so the parking lot was … Continue reading
It happens to all of us, sweetheart. And it very recently happened to me. Things are humming along fine, and then – bam. A blow to the head. Suckerpunch. You didn’t see it coming. You’re blind-sighted. Knocked out cold. Flat on your back. Everything you’d been planning, dissolved. Ruined. Lost. O-V-E-R. It’s not the first time … Continue reading
