You will always be too much of something for someone: too big, too loud, too soft, too edgy. If you round out your edges, you lose your edge.
Apologize for mistakes. Apologize for unintentionally hurting someone — profusely. But don’t apologize for being who you are.
The most peaceful four minutes and forty-three seconds of my day was spent laying on the concrete with my legs knee-deep in the pool, listening to “Cavalier” by James Vincent McMorrow, and the sound of the breeze blowing the wind chimes. 90 degrees, four hours from sunset, moon visible straight ahead in the sky the few times I opened my eyes. Summer.