It took me a long time to grow into myself. Not just because my brain needed some time to catch up and adapt to the constantly extending limbs of my nearly six foot frame, but also it took longer than I’d like to admit to develop some fluency in . . . prudence.
No, not Santa stories. Not Hanukkah stories. Not even family blooper stories, although all of those do get shared as well.
Instead, it’s the stories I tell myself...
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Maybe this time I’ll build the right house, on the right location, with the right tools, and for the right reasons, and the house will stand and I will still want to live in it. Or maybe I won’t.
When I finished my first Yoga Teacher Training I recieved a bracelet infused by my teacher with a metaphorical “Chocolate Chip Cookie,” I was confused by this, to say the least. My clarification came as “well, you’re hard on the outside, but warm and gooey on the inside.” This pissed me off. A lot. I did not … Continue reading I DID IT ALL FOR THE COOKIE?
I turned 33 this last fall, an event I labeled as “33 in 2013,” which means, obviously, that this is my 34th year of rockin’ it on planet Earth. In reflecting back on my life (I seem to do that in mass quantities, as of late), I realized that a whole lot of the things … Continue reading FOOLED YOU: 33 Things I was Totally Wrong About