My Mantra

be·lieve

bəˈlēv/ (verb) accept (something) as true; feel sure of the truth of.


I believe in the soul.
Following the heart. Handwritten notes.
And symmetry. 

I believe in working hard (from anywhere), and playing harder (everywhere). 

I believe in happy hour.
Dancing in the living room.
Haagen-Dazs vanilla.
Climbing trees.
BIG dogs.
Mind-numbing, body paralyzing naps.
And daydreaming.

I believe in black sharpies.
Red tulips.
And seersucker.

I believe that Sundays are made for an unshowered, late breakfast, football and the newspaper. (Complete with dog & boy when possible.)

I believe in the best of worlds, friends and family are one in the same.
Summer nights are made for beer and baseball.
And Coke is exponentially better than Pepsi.

I believe that its totally okay to be a work in progress.
And that bottles of wine, old friends and back porches mix well.

I believe that pearls are appropriate any time.
As are oxford blue shirts.
And the sky is Carolina Blue because God is most certainly a Tar Heel.

I believe that some people walk in the rain, and others just get wet.

I believe in spontaneity.
College football complete with tailgating.
The sound of the ocean. And in the healing power of sun + salt water.

I believe in laughing when you can and apologizing when you should.

I believe in mad, passionate, make-you-crazy kind of love.
Creativity.
Doing what you love. 
And happily ever now.

Abby Downing