The world has a love affair with pointing out a person’s strengths and weaknesses.
They just adore telling us that to get ahead (whatever that means) we need to learn to maximize our strengths instead of focusing on our weaknesses. People say it a lot, they write it a lot, and it irritates me…a lot. Not because it’s not true (it probably is), but because it’s not the point of the whole endeavor. Continue reading “Our Strengths Are a Distraction”
The girl has walked the path to the river every day of her life. She cannot see the end of the path from the start (as she will one day learn is true of most good and interesting things in life).
But each day, the path changes its direction. Continue reading “The Path (A Short Story)”
Lately, I find I am very afraid. Now, more than ever, the world seems like a scary place, and I feel too frightened for creativity, for adventures, or for dreams.
Continue reading “You Are Brave, Too”
When you’re ready for the next big thing, your unconscious can bring it to your attention in some scary ways. Anger, jealousy, desire, crazy energetic bursts: they’re all here. And the question that we always ask ourselves, is how to move from the uncomfortable FEELING to the satisfied DOING?
Maybe that’s the wrong question.
Continue reading “The Next Big Thing”
A few days ago, I was flipping through the channels and stumbled on a reality show called “Fat Guys in the Woods.” I expected it to be ridiculous. I expected it to be filled with bleeped dialogue of lazy men bickering with each other while the overblown guide yelled at them like a bearded Jillian Michaels. But I was wrong.
Continue reading “Fat Guys in the Woods”
This is going to be one of those times when I write a bunch of stuff that maybe I shouldn’t. And I wouldn’t, except I think maybe it’s important for you to hear. So here goes.
Continue reading “Fear, Black Holes and Woody Allen”
It’s Monday morning, and most of us probably wish we were somewhere else. Continue reading “Imaginary Lives”
The past few years have been a tumultuous time for me. I would hesitate to call it a “rough patch” or a “dark period,” though truthfully it has been those things at times. I’ve been diving deep into the shadows of myself, wrestling with them, accepting them, slowly but surely giving the world a glimpse of the things I’ve kept hidden for so long, for fear I would be judged unworthy. And in the light of day and within the warm space that opens from completely emptying one’s self, I’ve come out the other side, broken and reassembled, cleansed and infinitely freer. Continue reading “Getting Messy”