Have you ever had one of those mornings where absolutely everything seemed to go wrong? One where literally the only thing you can do is burst out laughing and toss your hands up at the universe? I most definitely have: for example, only this very morning, I woke up at 5am determined to restart my... Continue Reading →
It takes a lot for me to admit my fallabilities, but the older I get, the more I realize how stupid it is to deny the ropes that keep us from moving forward. As much as I would like to be, I am not perfect, but I intend to keep moving in that direction as steadily as possible, day by day.
It is extremely difficult to let go of the idea that my way is the best. Obviously, if I didn't think it was the best, I wouldn't do things that way. However, the principle of synergy urges us to embrace our differences in order to create a new and better result than that which comes from just our efforts alone.
To me, a romantic/sexual relationship is a sacred space that reveals our flaws while simultaneously giving us a loving space in which to work on said flaws with the added element of sexual chemistry and a bonus life experience partner.
There is rarely a time when life smoothly and uneventfully flows from one day to the next (and, to be honest, if it does, you're usually not living up to your full potential). If your life is anything like mine, there are surprises popping out like funhouse clowns every time you think things have finally... Continue Reading →
Rather than believing that our core is horrible and we must cover it up with Godly goodness taken from outside of ourselves, I believe that our core is actually pure and sweet and infinitely divine, and we must look inward to wash off the layers of worldly grime in order to restore ourselves to our true glory.
If I'm going to be completely honest, I feel like I've been stripped down to the brass tacks of who I am as a person, and I am NOT liking the feeling of having to start over from scratch. I mean, I'm 30 years old, for god's sake!
Today, in my 6th year of being a recipient of the nations' gratitude on this lovely day, I am sipping a glass of wine and reflecting on my own list of teachers who have shone their light on my little life and given me some guideposts on how I should strive to be the best teacher I can be.
I have talked with several men who bemoan their own breakups, wondering how they, the "good guy" could have been dumped so heartlessly. Are they really a "good guy?" Or are they just giving themselves the title so they can fuel their victim fire?