Words matter.
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
The Permission and The Power of The And
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
You finally bloom.
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
The And.
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.
I live undone because I love loud and big.
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
This is the courageous life
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.
Give yourself permission to feel it all.
Afraid and brave
Writing a book isn't for the faint. Putting that book out into the world isn't for the weary.
Reconciling the And
I smile not through the pain, rather with it, taking back my joy alongside the pain because joy is my birthright damn it.
We can feel two things at the same time.
Two things can happen at the exact same time, even though our brain doesn't like it.
