I spend the whole week living like a pinball; bouncing and ricocheting through life. By the week’s end, the last thing I need is someone telling me how to relax.
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?
Sometimes I don't want to explain myself. I usually don't get it either.
The passage of time is horrifying to face and acknowledge. But can it lead to something beautiful?
Life used to seem magical. I'd succeed against the odds and even against the facts. Can I regain some of that power?
This practice of our particular brand of loving is an unnerving and relentless remembering.
