Are you kidding me? Failure is a huge deal. Immediately, some of my worst failures come to mind:
Cartwheels
Breaststroke
A Job in the Big Apple
Vaginal Birth
Agent Elimination
I’ll expose these failures to you in hopes that you’ll reciprocate in the comments section below. Continue reading
Deep, restful, I want to swim in it, but why?
Just staring at it soothes me, calms me into looking back. Where did I come from? Where am I going? Continue reading
I walk the strangely silent town at 7 a.m. The sun is blazing this time of year, when the egrets rise with the golden orb at 5:30 a.m.
Most of the humans, however, are still blearily eyeing their cups of caffeine.
So I’m almost alone this morning with the seals and the pelicans and the few pedestrians here and there, breathing in the fresh air, enjoying the satisfying strain of muscle, but also trying to fling away the worries swarming my brain like a bunch of bees. Continue reading
Off I go again on another flight , on another airplane, again dreading the entire experience.
I try, I really do try, to convince myself each time how fortunate I am to be able to travel from one coast to the other several times a year. I berate myself – (you’re so spoiled, unappreciative, ungrateful) – as I regretfully hand over my boarding pass after waiting until the last possible moment to board. Continue reading
Yes, I’m going on a cleansing diet, she says.
I ask, what’s a cleansing diet, which is a stupid question and a horrible way to get stuck in a conversation about eating hardly a thing worthwhile and torturing your body into feeling that it’s pure and clean and never again accepting a cheese steak sub or a chocolate martini.
Does that sound healthy to you?
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