There’s an unspoken rule, once you reach real adulthood (I’m not talking age 18—I mean the time in life when you can really do you) that you should only do things you are good at. That rule is silly. And it sucks. Literally it sucks all the fun out of life.
Last night, I arrived back to my guest suite at 7:30pm. I took a shower. I really needed it. My legs were caked with mud in spots. My hair hadn’t been washed for four days and was stiff from the salt water. I was exhausted but it was the best kind of tired—the physical tired … Continue reading Day 2: I move mountains
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 … Continue reading F*ck it. Write the book.
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 … Continue reading Day 5: Don’t fight the inhale!
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 … Continue reading Please. Start. Now.