And, I’ve been holding onto this premise that there is some magical exception to the rule, and maybe I could be it. I suppose I believed that if I tried enough varieties of shit, put my time into testing them out and paid my dues, then I’d get to live the rest of my life basically shit free.
So, I’ve been going along here, full speed ahead. 13-15 hour work days almost seven days a week. Getting my shit done. Saying “yes” to everything. Saying “no” to very, very, very little. It’s been awesome. Amazing. Fan.Fucking.Tastic. Things like this have happened: My yoga classes are growing, some even doubling in size. My writing … Continue reading SOMETIMES I LISTEN
So, remember my conversation about shifting my signal, inviting more into my life, and saying “HELL YES” more often? Hot damn. It is crackin’ up in here. CR-A-CK-ING. The ceiling can’t hold me. The roof is on fire. My hands are in the air. I’m jumping around. Pushing it. There is magic happening. I’m not … Continue reading MAGIC (AND PROOF THEREOF)