a little something i wrote on spring break
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i feel full.
full in the literal sense, yes, because i just had the best, largest meal i've ever had.
but also full of love. full of happiness, and companionship, and newfound appreciation for people.
i am so full from how much i love my best friend. she means so much to me that sometimes i think i'm going to burst.
i am so full from how happy i am. this week has been relaxing. we haven't been overly adventurous or anything, but i now realize that i am living. that living doesn't have to look like huge adventures. living comes in small doses. it comes in singing so loud you think you're going to explode. it comes in drinking frozen drinks until your head hurts. living comes in reading and doing puzzles and laying on the beach doing nothing. living doesn't have to be big and boisterous.
i am so full from how many great friends i have. the fact that i have kept friends from kindergarten to now makes me full. the fact that none of us have fought makes me full. i love good, nontoxic friendships.
i feel full of life. and i love it.
