Cardigans: Thrifted, Tank: Steinmart, Liquid Leggings: YesStyle, Boots: DSW
I've been meeting with someone.
Someone that could wear the titles mentor, friend, THERAPIST.
Her name is Tammy, and she gets it.
I mean, I like talking to Ian. And I like talking to my mom.
But sometimes I like talking to Tammy more (no offense, mom).
Because I'm basically wearing the same shoes Tam was wearing ten-ish years ago and she knows what's up.
It's like, when I think I'm going cray cray and then I think I'm even more cray for being so cray cray, I blab all my cray-ness on Tammy and she tells me I'm normal and everything is gonna be ok (but in way more profound ways).
She listens to me.
She comforts me.
She's honest with me.
She teaches me.
THE GIRL JUST GETS ME.
I think my American generation has neglected to invest in relationships with people that are more experienced than us. Talking to someone further down the road can really prevent a lot of headaches and it just makes sense.
You think it's gonna be weird, but it's actually not.
So who can you talk to?