The Quiet Revolution of “I Am Second.”
Deep down, your unjaded spirit knows you’re playing a grander game.
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Your Tiny Rearview Mirror
How much energy do you spend re-litigating old arguments, re-hashing past hurts, re-constituting the very moments you wish had been different?
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The Cage is Open. You may Go.
For far too long, you’ve been perched inside a perfectly respectable, albeit entirely self-imposed, cage. It’s got all the familiar comforts: the predictable anxieties, the well-worn self-doubt, the trusty “better safe than sorry” mantra echoing off the bars.
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Advice for your next bear attack
What if we accepted hardships as callings to refine very specific traits within us?
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With Joy, Carry the Water
Finding blessings in the mundane and messy (and in Britney Spears) Many evenings, I just don’t have it in me…
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Even in This, There is Beauty
It’s not happening to us. It’s happening for us. It’s not our world. Never was. It’s easy to treat our…
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Skate, Don’t Self-Hate
Heroic attempts. Good misses. And abundant self-forgiveness. They kept getting back up. Over and over, like little Terminators. You name…
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A Case for Touch…and Swords
In a world saturated with talking-heads, bickering, and social media we can easily forget that touch is the primal language.
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Oh, Our Family Divas
Is your family’s arc slumping or soaring? Take a good look at the Eric Fischl painting (above) and try not…
