I believe in hitting snooze one too many times, that you can never have enough blank journals or books in your “to be read pile.” I believe in holding doors for strangers.
I believe that a good hug can melt away all of the day’s stress, that you can’t go wrong with a classic hot fudge sundae or any of the rom-coms from the 1980s and 1990s (I’m looking at you, When Harry Met Sally and You’ve Got Mail and Clueless).
I believe in reading more than one book at a time, that a clean house doesn’t need to be at the top of my to-do list, and that sitting outside, under the stars and next to a fire is one of the best ways to clear my mind.
I am a believer in owning too many pairs of comfy pajama pants and just one or two killer pairs of jeans, the kind you can where anywhere, for any occasion; in workouts that hurt so good you can’t walk correctly the next day, even after a good stretching session; in eating crackers, cheese, olives and pepperoni for dinner.
I believe that there is more good than bad in the world, even if it’s tough to see some days, in the power of an “I’m thinking of you,” card or text, in 20 minute naps on a Sunday afternoon (or, ok maybe they become two hour naps).
I am a believer in cranking the radio up loudly and rocking out, not giving a hoot who is watching; in saying “I love you,” as often as you can because you just never know… ; that homemade chocolate chip cookies are still the best cookie out there; in karma. In building each other up, encouraging one another on our roughest days.
I believe in hot chocolate and pots of gold at the end of rainbows. In happy endings and schmoop. In crying it all out because sometimes, you just have to. In rallying around one another during hardships and times of joy because I know it’s saved my ass more than once. In leaving messages even if they aren’t returned. In reaching out, even if there’s silence on the other end.
I am a believer that there is more to learn: in the pages of the books and journals my mom left behind; the notes from my grandparents who have gone before me; in the lines on a stranger’s face or the glint in their eye.
I believe in cliches like “one day at a time,” and “case of the Mondays,”; in drinking my 64 ounces of water a day; in petting my dog and kissing my husband every night before I go to sleep; in getting pizza for dinner after a long day; laughing until I’m crying and my stomach hurts; in loving and living as hard as I can every day…even those days where everything is askew and messy.
What do you believe in?