Life is beautiful.
Sometimes, actually, it's kind of shitty.
But then, you wake up one morning, after weeks of being sad, and decide to get breakfast and work on your (woefully incomplete) dissertation chapter.
You decide to forget about the boy who broke your heart, the award you didn't win, the sunburn that you got because you were lazy and didn't want to put sunscreen on.
You get up and go.
And then you sit on a patio and you write your dissertation, and drink grapefruit juice and eat croissants, and you look around and realize that life is not only beautiful, it's also really damn good.
Because that boy who broke your heart? He wasn't worth all the sadness, especially since he had checked out of the relationship months before it finally ended, before you finally demanded an answer. And being alone is far, far better than being with someone who doesn't want to be with you. And you have amazing friends who will never let you be truly alone, and have already been on dates that made you smile more than in the last six months with that boy.
Because that award you didn't win? Well, yeah, that would have been nice, but now you can form friendships and relationships without the caveat of "oh yeah, but I'll be gone for 2 months - hope that's okay!" And, really, you should probably spend more time writing and less time "getting ready to write." But really.
Because that sunburn is your own fault. And you know it. Wear sunscreen.
Because you get to wake up every morning and know that you are exactly enough, but never too much, for the one person in this crazy, mixed-up, hateful, beautiful, exciting, terrifying, hurtful, so funny it hurts your side world that really matters.