Maya

“I hope you’re taking care of yourself.” I told Merris I was practicing all the self-care I could handle. She scoffed. “Please. I don’t mean your moon rocks or whatever you’ve done that got oil all over everything down here. That’s fine; so is the messaging. But at a certain point it becomes running, when most of moving on is just getting out of bed and plodding forward. Call it what you must, but you need to practice walking around and living life and being heartbroken at the same time. Not in an exciting way, where you’re in the thrall of some new person, or buying something outrageous, or terrorizing Jiro, but in the way you still have to go to work when you have a toothache.”
― Monica Heisey, Really Good, Actually