I’m not perfect. I know it. I have an Irish temper and Polish determination. I’m not afraid of fighting for the people I care about and for what I believe in. And that makes some people mad.
Some people would rather live with a lie their whole lives than take an honest look in the mirror. Rather have a half-relationship with someone than risk a little pain to know someone all the way.
It’s tragic. Really horribly tragic. To be more attached to your entirely false sense of security than to the people around you.
Sweep things under the rug long enough, and you’re just going to trip over them.
I have a wonderful husband and family. I have friends who have become family, and faraway places that have become home. And do you know what knowing that many different people teaches you? That you can’t ignore truths. You can’t pretend there is no crack in the wall. That’s how the demons get in.
What does all this have to do with anything?
Live fiercely. Get messy. Love someone too hard. Dance in the spotlight, run through the rain. Hug a person you love and love them warts and all.
And if someone isn’t willing to love the honest you, walk away. Life is too short for pretense.
Find a story that is beyond exaggeration, and make it your own.