Feeling all kinds of nostalgic tonight. This photo was taken on July 15, 2012, and I have that date tattooed on my body because this weekend was the best of my entire life. I don’t even know how to explain it. Here, in this photo, we had crawled to the edge of the cliff, hundreds of feet above the ocean, and the rain stopped, and the sun came out, and a woman was playing a harp in the distance, and we spotted a whale tale flipping around in the water, and we were all exhausted and un-bathed and completely in love with the world, together. And no matter what happens for the rest of my life, this will always have been something I did.
I’m moving soon, and that’s a terrifying thing, but at the same time, I couldn’t be more excited. My life is going to be an adventure, and I know that because I’m choosing to make it that way. I’m not going to spend every day looking at whales at the edge of the Cliffs of Moher, but there’s no reason I shouldn’t be just as in love with the world and excited to be alive as I was the moment when this photo was taken.
Yeah, being a person is really hard a lot of the time, but being a person is also an incredible thing, and all of those hard things we’re constantly facing only make the incredible moments more incredible. Those waves have been crashing on the Cliffs of Moher for hundreds of years before I was born, and they’ll continue to do so for hundreds of years after my problems are over.
Life is amazing.
Heather is my favorite human. Read her words of gold, please.