Day Four: I can’t help but laugh at my good fortune

It’s 2am.  My body feels exfoliated from the elements, slightly tight from exertion.  I’m sitting outside on the deck of my next AirBnB in Kona.  It’s quiet, nestled into the city surrounded by apartments and houses, except for the gentle white noise of the AC.  I got about four hours of sleep before I became…

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F*ck it. Write the book.

Last July I was out for one of my nightly walks with R in the stroller and the stars and jets and helicopters twinkling overhead.  I imagine I was probably listening to a Dear Sugars podcast and soaking in the thick, night air.  I was texting with a friend and I commented on how I…

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Practice makes practice

When I was first learning to surf, my experienced-surfer friend, Clare, encouraged me to practice my pop-ups.  She recommended lying on my stomach on the living room floor and practicing the process of paddling, then pushing up and popping up.  The pop up is important in surfing and something most beginner surfers struggle with.  It’s…

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Rebellion in the sparkling line of costume gems

When I was 17 my mom made me a prom dress.  It’s still one of my favorite pieces she has created, which is saying something because this is a woman who has spent thousands of hours behind a sewing machine.  Since before I was born, she sewed dresses for herself and my sisters and me. …

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Day 5: Don’t fight the inhale!

In Braving the Wilderness, Brené Brown tells a story where she is presenting at a conference. In between scheduled events, Brené is talking with Roshi Joan Halifax and mentions that she feels like resting, but should probably go to the reception.  Roshi responds with the following: “Now it’s time to inhale. There is the in-breath…

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Day 3: But then I decide—why not talk to Santa?!? 

I am up at 6:15 today to get the taxi at 6:45 to the Clinical Center.  I arrive at the hospital before much is going on there.  First stop is phlebotomy.  I am taken back immediately into one of the phlebotomist cubicles.  She informs me that they only need a urine sample.  I don’t know…

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Is there no other way?

This week I’ve had the intention to find the temple inside of myself.  I am really enamored with this idea that God is within me.  That by knowing myself better, I will know God.  Focusing on perceived distances from God will not bring me closer to him.  It’s interesting.  With how I’m approaching life now,…

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Please. Start. Now.

In March I set a goal to journal daily for 30 days.  It was just for me.  I had zero intention of sharing the contents of my journal with posterity.  I think I just wanted to hear the sound of my own voice.  I wanted to better understand myself.  I decided to do it first…

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