Drifting off to sleep, I thought about her. How nobody is perfect. How you just have to close your eyes and breathe out and let the puzzle of the human heart be what it is.
Sue Monk Kidd, The Secret Life of Bees (via bookmania)
“One of the kids in the group, a five year old boy, was dressed up as Harry Potter, complete with matted hair, glasses, wand, etc. We were walking on East 78th Street which is a popular Halloween spot for NYC kids since all the town houses and apartments on the blocks between Park and 3rd Avenue go all out decorating for the holiday and load them up with candy.
Anyway amid the madness, the boy was walking along the street when a young woman came up to him and said, ‘Excuse me, are you Harry Potter?’ After he mumbled out a yes, she said, ‘That’s great, because I’m Hermione Granger and we’re best of friends’ and she gave him a big hug.
Of course the boy was too young to realize that it was indeed Emma Watson, who couldn’t have been nicer.”
“Start on January 1st with an empty jar. Throughout the year write the good things that happened to you on little pieces of paper. On December 31st, open the jar and read all the amazing things that happened to you that year.”
I’m reblogging this again, to remind people that reblogged this earlier in the year with the “I’M GOING TO DO THIS” comments. Now, here it is. I’m reminding you. You said you would do this. Now join me and start this Tuesday.