I think we can all agree that one thing Chabad tradition got right was the establishment of healthy, spiritual habits. This one's my fave.
The rush of the risk of disposing of something I might need- in the hopes that the universe will replenish what I want- opens me up, like the greatest chakra work, and I’m fearless because of it.
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
We've been exhibiting the tendency to run on empty, to pretend the tank is full despite complete depletion.
The not-so-definitive guide for getting past your blocks and to what you really want to be doing
I don't learn or grow from rejection. Can I reject rejection entirely? Do I want to?
Life used to seem magical. I'd succeed against the odds and even against the facts. Can I regain some of that power?
