The Opposite of Loneliness

Right now I’m reading The Opposite of Loneliness, essays and stories by Marina Keegan. As a writer, Marina captured sentiments we often fail to find words for, or fail to see that others experience along with us. Her fiction writing (the book contains non-fiction as well) depicts unabashed first-person accounts of imperfect characters in complicated circumstances. Her story Cold Pastoral somehow captures an almost agonizing beauty.

In her non-fiction essay, The Opposite of Loneliness, Marina writes:

“There is this sentiment I sometimes sense, creeping in our collective conscious as we lie alone…that it is somehow too late. That others are somehow ahead. More accomplished, more specialized. More on the path to somehow saving the world, somehow creating or inventing or improving. That it’s too late now to BEGIN a beginning and we must settle for continuance… What we have to remember is that we can still do anything. We can change our minds. We can start over….We can’t, we MUST not lose this sense of possibility because in the end, it’s all we have.”

We don’t always have a choice in what happens to us (case in point, Marina herself), but every day that we live we have a choice of what to make of the time we do have. Don’t settle for continuance. It is never to late to start over. Sure it may be messy. My start-over has been. But despite what you may feel about it being too late, or too hard, or too risky, or too counterculture, or too whatever, YOU still have a choice. To be bold. To be better. To look your own fool in the mirror-face and say ‘today is the day.’ And to ultimately be unashamedly beautiful as whatever you you want to be.

Thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes.

At 28 years old, I have married the love of my life, created the joy of my heart, broken a part of my soul, and discovered a new ray of hope. Thank you to all the people who have walked these blessed days with me thus far. In Marina’s words, “We’re in this together… Let’s make something happen to this world.” I’d also like to add, as a closing remark: don’t fuck it up.

Just kidding.
– Not helpful Kristen.
– I’d never say that out loud.
– It’s OK, Ex can’t read yet.
– Yeah, we’re all adults here…
– Text version of me talking to myself – Unashamed – Check
– OMG why are you still reading this?
– You rock. Have a great day / night.


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