Funny how many people get the impression that I’m “strong,” even though I often feel so unbelievably weak. You’d think by now I should be somewhat less needy and clingy and overall emotional independent. But no, I’m not. I need love and the presence of people who love me right next to me as much I did when I was 14, 16, and 18. I don’t think that will ever change.

What does need to change, however, is my tolerance for the lack of it and the ability to understand that sometimes, I just can’t have it. What I need is the grace to live without it, even if I’m unhappy. Be more optimistic, be more brave, and be more tolerant. That’s what growing up is all about, isn’t it?