I want her to believe that she's the best artist on Earth. Why? Because she is.
I forced myself to ride the exercise bike for at least 30 minutes and did a series of weights afterwards. With each rep, I seethed with anger.
The days of, "there are no socks up here" quickly become "I'm going to a study group with friends" as they hit the teenage years.
Kids today aren't as coddled as you might think. They're also not kidding themselves.
We're all artists who can't enjoy our own work because we see the errors that no one else does.
Ugh! Why would you make him kiss me like that!?
You stop caring about what people think of you when you realize how seldom they do.
I'm not writing this to simply tell the story of seeing the world through Olivia's eyes, but also about accidentally making her see the world through mine.