Did you ever hear the story about Jim Carrey writing himself a $10m check? It goes something like this, he wrote this check, dated a year later, and he carried it in his wallet. I think it was a week before the check was due, so to speak, he landed The Mask for $10m. Naturally, I heard that story, wrote myself a check, did nothing with it, and it hasn't worked (yet). I think I figured out why this ass couldn't cash her check - yet.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SDkAGkd4NLc This is a post from about 2 years ago. Thought I’d re-share in memory of Carl Jung who left this plane of existence 61 years ago today. Is it possible that "there is no spoon" and mustard seed mountains are the same truth? Remember how Jesus said, "if ye had but a mustard seed... Continue Reading →
Some days, we're ruled by the head, and some days, it's all the heart. Other days, though, I think there's some special place where the two dance together. It only happens when I a) don't try to make it happen, and b) don't think about it. It's like Fight Club, except you sound crazier than... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, it's as if my heart becomes a fist that squeezes and slams around my chest. This fist gets labelled as anxiety, and then I breathe and do other things to alleviate it. It never goes away completely, it just gets a little better. That makes me think I need to do more, and I... Continue Reading →
I think it’s hailing again. Sounds very plinky outside. I think I’m writing a short story; I'm close to 3k words. I don’t know how long it could be. It’s all waiting to be told. The idea came right as I was falling asleep, and I was paranoid I was going to forget it. I... Continue Reading →
Talking about rape, abortion, adoptions - also the last 20 years of my life. Don't read it if you don't want to read about yucky stuff. Go anywhere else on my blog, there's plenty.
When a baby is learning to walk, she can do it, but wobbly at first. More wobbles and falls make better walking. If we wouldn't yell at a child for stumbling when learning to walk, why do we yell at ourselves?