shiny people

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In a world with Instagram (a thing I hate, yet rely on undeniably), it’s easy to find yourself craving friendships with those you follow: the complete strangers with desirable homes and clothes and food and everything else. The squares of their life presented to the world fool you into thinking that you’re meant to be best pals. And then the focal point of your hopes and dreams becomes achieving a life like these stranger/bffs. If you don’t have their love, if you’re not living a life like theirs—in a bungalow in Malibu, wearing an organic linen smock, and sipping on adaptogenic tonics every morning—then you’ve failed at life.

These are the thoughts that rudely find their way into my already overwhelmed head, and when they do, I remember the words of my favorite Lannister:

“Don't search for defining moments because they will never come. The moments that define you have already happened. And they will already happen again. And it passes so quickly. So please bring each other along with you. Everyone you need is in this room. These are the shiny more important people.”

He’s right, obviously. I have so many shiny people in my life, and like heck would I trade them for any Instagrammer.

This one is a shiny person. I love her dearly, and will bring her along forever.

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Kelsey Gleason