March 8, 2015 § 1 Comment
Bravo, Ladies, Bravo!
I wanted to acknowledge this wonderful occasion by offering some advice I have no real credentials to give other than the fact I adore you:
- Figure out who you want to be and fight to be her.
- When things get too hard tuck yourself into bed early, close your eyes and listen to your heart. Is it still beating? Good news. You’re gonna make it. I believe it was Annie who said, “The sun’ll come out tomorrow, so ya gotta hang on ’til tomorrow!”
- Give a shit about something, something that scares you. Lean into the fear. Make a plan. Make a promise to yourself and keep it. It’d be fucked up not to.
- Stop apologizing for existing, for having an opinion, for choosing not to keep your mouth shut.
- Take selfies. Or don’t. Do whatever makes you feel good about yourself and don’t judge others for doing the same.
- Remember when you were little and one day your teeth just started falling out of your face and for the most part you were pretty okay with it? I mean that’s a fucked up thing to happen but instead of freaking out you simply placed each tooth under your pillow for a small nocturnal fairy to appraise. What I’m saying is, dealing with fucked up shit is part of life and your nine-year-old self would say, “HOLY SHIT YOU CAN DO THIS!”
- Don’t ever wait until you lose 10 pounds, until you get permission or until you’re ready.
- When life gets in your face don’t back down. Say, ‘Come at me, bro.’ and push back. Go anything less than Full Metal Jacket.
- Fail forward. It’ll change you. It’ll grow you. You’ll get better. I promise.
- Support each other.
- Do the work. Find your motivation. Collect those catalysts and light a fire under your ass.
- Be Kind to yourself.
The “F” Word:
May 2, 2014 § Leave a comment
How ’bout we take it easy with a lil’ quote for this lovely Friday.
Here ya go – one of my favs, just for you:
There’s a little boy and on his 14th birthday he gets a horse…and everybody in the village says, “How wonderful. The boy got a horse” And the Zen master says, “We’ll see.” Two years later, the boy falls off the horse, breaks his leg, and everyone in the village says, “How terrible.” And the Zen master says, “We’ll see.” Then, a war breaks out and all the young men have to go off and fight…except the boy can’t cause his legs all messed up and everybody in the village says, “How wonderful.”
Now the Zen master says, “We’ll see.”
- Charlie Wilson’s War