Tuesday, July 22, 2014

There Is A Time

A very wise but not so-old-woman recently told me, "it will feel different next week, it will feel even more different next month, and next year it will just be a memory." 

I realize that this is a different kind of post than the usual happy-go-lucky foodie and beauty reviews that you are used to by now (if you are a new reader, I apologize you are having to meet me under such glum circumstances) but this is an honest place here, people, and if I'm being honest, sometimes life just sucks. Sometimes, amidst all the good things, something terrible happens. Sometimes we don't understand why, sometimes we do; sometimes we wish we didn't understand so that we could hate the situation instead of hurting for a while. Suffering and pain are very real things, and sometimes (more often than not) they happen to the best of us. 

I have so many things to be happy about and thankful for right now. In exactly a month from today I will be flying 1,579 miles to my new home. I'm scared, because who isn't? But as hard as it is, I feel like I can properly be excited as well. There are so many people who are happy for me and who are encouraging me to go and start my own life. I will be twenty years old next year and in many ways this is just the beginning. I feel so old in some ways, but I'm just a freshie, a noobie, a baby. 

This is my time. 

There is a time for Nutella and Netflix and oversized sweatshirts. There is a time for swollen tear ducts and searing headaches, no makeup and rat's nest hair. And it's okay. Because it happens to the best of us. That doesn't make it hurt any less, but at least it's something. I've always been one for comforting things, and it's a comforting thought to know that I am not alone, as much as it really feels like it. 

So I'm going to cry. I'm going to cry a lot. I'm probably not going to eat, I'm probably not going to get dressed, I'm probably not going to go anywhere except the mailbox and the bathroom and I'm probably not going to do anything except pin and blog. Writing is comforting in and of itself, so even if my content isn't very cheery this week, at least I have this blog and all my supportive readers. 

And when I'm done crying that doesn't mean that I won't feel anymore; I will always have a piece of suffering in me, it's just part of growing up, but that's okay. When I'm done crying though, I will get up and wash my hair and put on my face and put a smile on (even if it's fake) because I am a woman, and women are meant to be put through hell and still come out strong. Eventually, I'll have to be done crying for a while, and being done crying won't mean it's all okay, but that's okay too. 

All the best, 

♥︎ Greta Elise


  1. You're right there's a time for Netflix and rat's nest hair, but don't go through it alone. Call up a girlfriend and cry and Netflix binge the day away! Email a bloggy buddy, and share what you're going through. You don't have to do it alone, no matter what you're struggling with! Keep your head up buttercup!

    1. I can't tell you how much this comment meant to me...it made me smile and it's hard for me to smile lately! Thank you so much, darlin' :)

  2. Love from your Fairy Godmother <3

    1. Love back from your favorite goddaughter!

  3. Pretty sure we are going thought the same thing, yes. My advice is to go to other places than just the bathroom and the mailbox. As much as I want so badly to do that I think time will stay in a standstill way longer than if I get out there and live and fake it until I make it. I've cried randomly in public doing so but whatever at least I'm still living and not letting another person steal my sunshine. Good luck girl! Cry your damn heart out because that's all I've done for the last three days. Time heals all right?