I worked hard, eschewed fun, focused my soul on my book... and got a publishing nightmare. And the sense that maybe, sometimes, the present transcends the future.
From uncomfortable gatherings to the occasional harmful soul, few of my networking attempts go unpunished.
I’m writing this letter to you. What happens when you, only you, define your self-worth?
What use is a spiritual mentor if you're an empty vessel ?
It's not seeping into my bones like it used to and I want it back.
When we idealize people, we give them power over us. They are big and we are small.
Rachel wants you to be free. Even if it's scary.
Abortion is not wrong, but its ramifications may be more enormous than most of us imagine. Reviews of books, theater, and other art forms aren't wrong either, but often they're anti-soul.
