Go ahead, world, keep throwing those punches. I'll keep ducking.
It doesn't matter how good OR bad my week was because I got this e-mail from my mother (edited a little because I wanted to keep some of it to myself):
Don't ever doubt your worth, you are... beautiful, intelligent, extremely talented... Don't ever think that all you have... is just a stroke of luck. It's because of how people perceive you inside and out...
How lucky am I to be loved like that?