Shit and gifts. Not shit but at least gifts. Words matter. Yesterday, I broke a tooth really bad on the Trigeminal neuralgia side of my face at lunch, on the third dang bite. Shit. And (not at least) I was with one of
I've read a lot that you can't feel fear and gratitude at the same time, both from brain studies and psychology studies and many, many coaches. And I just don't think there will ever be a study or a virally famous
It's been a decent lifetime worth of things not turning out how I hoped, dreamed, or planned. It's been years and years of sacrifice, hard work, surrender, trust, service, and relationship. It's been many disappointments, losses, closed doors, and rejections. All leading to
I have had some disappointing blows lately, which means I am needing to remind myself of the work I have taught for over half my life.
When you live with grief, you stop for every sunrise and sunset. What you have to make sure you also do, though, is to keep doing the work to keep your eyes and ears open enough and your heart soft
I don't want us to be fearless or shameless. Nor do I even think that is possible. I want us to feel our feelings.
Give yourself permission to feel it all.
Writing a book isn't for the faint. Putting that book out into the world isn't for the weary.
I smile not through the pain, rather with it, taking back my joy alongside the pain because joy is my birthright damn it.
Two things can happen at the exact same time, even though our brain doesn't like it.
