I pick it up. I feel through the pages for the dog-eared one and begin again. I read two pages and have only a shy comprehension of the words I just read. It should be interesting–it’s a beautiful picture of a lonely man in a foreign country caught in love with someone who loves for a living. I’m uninterested. I press on. I’m half way through the book.
And now here I am, forcing something just to finish. I’m wound tight in the idea that if I hold out a little longer, read one more chapter, I’ll get it, feel it. But I know better. Life is strange and scintillating and above all, finite. There are some things to press through, to see to the end. Shitty novels are not one of them.
Gathered from scraps of paper, sticky notes, the backs of bills, a cocktail napkin, words spoken to Siri, some never posted blog drafts and a recent hallway conversation, these are things I’m learning to live by.
- Be intentional. Wake up each morning and decide you’re going to make a difference in someone’s life.
- Take criticism with grace. If it’s true, find a way to make the change. If it’s not true, let it go.
- When someone gives you a compliment, say thank you.
- Laugh when you can, apologize when you should and let go of things you cannot change.
- Make decisions. When you take to long, you waste a lot of time “thinking” and slow your momentum. Still, when you make a decision, stick to it for as long as it makes sense and allow yourself to change your mind when needed.
- Trust your gut. Especially when you don’t want to.
- Begin. Start now. Don’t wait for permission. “If you want to live the life you haven’t lived, you have to you’ve to do things you’ve never done.” -Jen Sincero
- It’s never too late to start over. If yesterday sucked, begin again. If you weren’t happy with the results of your efforts last week, try something new. The point is, move forward. Don’t stay stuck. Evolve.
- Love hard.
- Don’t insulate yourself from pain and discomfort. You’ll grow more if you let it in then if you waste your energy building a wall.
- Don’t be afraid of failure; it’s part of the creative process. The point is (see #7) you’ve got to dive in head first, with passion and determination. Acknowledge when things aren’t working and change, quickly. Caveat: Know the difference between the work is hard and this is the uncomfortable part and this isn’t working, it’s time to switch gears.
To my incredible sister, Grace,
It feels like forever ago when we got our faces painted at Halloween and you turned me in to a zombie by wrapping me in toilet paper. Now here you are, sixteen and nearly done with high school, dancing the night away at Prom and getting ready for your first job. I’m so grateful that we were brought together over eight years ago and have been watching you in awe, as you tackle each new challenge with grace and courage. So here it is, my advice for you, as your sister, with love.
Make plans in pencil and not permanent marker, then forge ahead. Things will not always work out the way you hope. Pick yourself up. Dust yourself off. Start again.
Be open to change. Change can be painful and a good thing all at once. Adapt and roll with the punches. Trust me on this one, start practicing now and never stop. It will make you better in your career, your relationships and in the ways you interact with the world.
Invent and reinvent yourself.
Approach social media with respect and caution. You are growing up in a world where privacy is pretty much nonexistent. Everything you do is posted, recorded, snapped. Don’t get me wrong, I love it–this is the way we live now, there’s no going back. But understand that people are watching. What you post on the internet doesn’t go away. It’s really hard to undo social media mistakes. Not everything is worth posting.
Another thing about social media–don’t let it make you feel bad. People post their best selves online. They show the happy, romantic, sexy, beautiful moments, full of filters and staged poses. Not many people share the ugly moments, the mistakes, the failures and embarrassments and the tough lessons. Just remember, we all have them. We All Have Them.
Believe in love. It’s real and the world is full of it. Don’t be afraid of a broken heart. It gives you character.
Give yourself permission to be sensitive. You’ll hear that sensitivity is a bad thing. You’ll be told not to let people see you cry and to not let your guard down or you’ll get hurt. This is nonsense. It takes courage to be sensitive and guts to let your guard down. Only the bravest of people can do these things. You are brave.
Read a lot of books. It’s okay to rip the dust covers off of them–there’s often something beautiful underneath. Underline the words that touch you, the phrases that make sense, the paragraphs that shape you. Don’t just stop at books. Read everything. Everything you can.
Have many points of view. I have to relearn this every day. It’s easy to get stuck seeing the world one way. But good things come from perspective.
Try not to let people down but don’t sacrifice your own well-being. Trust your intuition and you’ll continue to get better at it. Have high standards and resist the urge to compromise your core beliefs. You have every right to say yes, to say no, to quit, to be seen, to be heard, to take your time, to change your mind. Life meets you where you honour yourself.
Home is not a place, it’s a feeling. You’re going to make new friends and have new experiences in the years ahead. Stay close to your family and love them unconditionally. You and I have a special understanding of what family truly is, remember that.
You’re going to screw up. I have made many mistakes, some bigger than others. It hurts, but perfection is not an option, so prepare yourself. “They” say that it’s not the mistakes you make that define you, but the way you deal with them. Embrace your failures and don’t regret them. The toughest moments, not the easy ones, will propel you to be incredible.
Love yourself. Don’t let the bad hair day, the “huge” pimple, the bad grade, or the criticizing boyfriend make you think anything less of the incredible person you are. And as you do this, remember not to put others down either. Be kind and generous, and never assume you know what someone else is going through.
Trust your intuition. Fight for the good things in this world. Forgive people. Choose happiness. Don’t grow up too fast. Be proud of who you are. Shine. Shine big. Take chances and do good things for those around you. And remember, dear Grace, I will always be on your side; you are never alone.
Fallen petals on the table.
Scribble on a cocktail napkin.
A little nest made by the mice in the shed accompanied by the empty shells of nibbled birdseed.
The ambiguity of grey.
Sleeping until 10am and feeling sheepishly guilty.
Waking at 4am and understanding that I’m in on a beautiful, crazy secret.
The 500 blog posts I’ve stopped and started.
My dogs’ toys scattered everywhere.
The Williamsburg-blue edge of a now black door that I missed when I was painting…it’s been eight months and I can’t bring myself to finish it.
The tiny handprint on the glass door that Grace left while she was chasing her sister around the house.
The contents of a box of photos scattered on the ground, memories recklessly relived.
A pile of silver foils from an afternoon of Hershey’s Kisses.
The way my dog snuggles up to my shoulder in bed when there’s thunder.
Branches strewn on the lawn after a storm.
Stickers on the back of my best friend’s sweater, because her girls put them everywhere.
Stickers on the bottom of my shoe.
Watching my mother ice skate.
A neglected art project that might never be done.
The burnt things I bake.
Piles of blankets.
Dirty feet from walking barefoot in the lawn.
Empty wine glasses and cards left on the table.
Smeared mascara, a result of crying during a movie.
A stomach ache from too many s’mores.
The way my father eats M&M’s, one handful at a time.
Mary Margret’s sweet 16 portrait from the 1940’s that hangs in my living room. I found it in an antique shop. She’s still alive. She lives in Churchville.
Stick figure drawings on my fridge.
The 4 jokes I know (ask me).
Left over pizza with a bite taken from it.
The way I feel when I make a difference.
Dirty paw prints on the white quilt.
Stripped clothing laying crumbled on the floor.
“No one ever tells us to stop running away from fear. We are very rarely told to move closer, to just be there, to become familiar with fear. I once asked the Zen master Kobun Chino Roshi how he related with fear, and he said, ‘I agree, I agree.’ But the advice we usually get is to sweeten it up, smooth it over, take a pill, or distract ourselves, but by all means make it go away.
We don’t need that kind of encouragement, because dissociating with fear is what we do naturally. We habitually spin off and freak out when there’s even the merest hint of fear. We feel it coming and we check out. It’s good to know we do that––not as a way to beat ourselves up, but as a way to develop unconditional compassion. The most heartbreaking thing of all is how we cheat ourselves of the present moment.
Sometimes, however, we are cornered; everything falls apart, and we run out of options for escape. At times like that, the most profound spiritual truths seem pretty straightforward and ordinary. There’s nowhere to hide. We see it as well as anyone else––better than anyone else. Sooner or later we understand that although we can’t make fear look pretty, it will nevertheless introduce us to all the teaching we’ve ever heard or read.
So the next time you encounter fear, consider yourself lucky.”
I can’t remember where I heard or read the phrase, wherever you go, there you are, but those six words have replayed in my head so often in the last five months or so that it’s become a habit to say them out loud every time I’m feeling anxious about circumstances I can’t control or worried about nearly anything.
For me, wherever you go, there you are, is a reminder to be at peace with the immediate present and at the same time, it helps me see the past and future also in the same perspective. Whatever happened, happened and the past is a truth that is what it is (i.e. wherever I was, there I was). And for what lies ahead, whatever will happen, will happen–wherever I go, there I will be.
Mantras have played a great role in my life. I’ve always been in constant mental-chatter. I talk to myself all day long. I know how strongly negative thoughts affect my actions, so I practice awareness and adopt sayings or phrases that bring me back to a positive space when awareness begins to escape me. When I was a young runner, my first coach taught me how to be in the moment when tackling a difficult hill or terrain. Instead of denying that I was experiencing the pain from the hill, she taught me to repeat, I love hills, and so, I conquered them one by one. Sometimes, it’s not a phrase, it’s a word, like strength and focus.
I’ve been up today since about 3:30. I went to bed wired and alert, and found myself in the exact same place just a few hours later, so I gave up on sleep, planted on a chair in front of the fire and researched the phrase I’ve been repeating to myself. As it turns out, it’s the title of a book by Jon Kabat-Zinn, the founding Executive Director of the Center for Mindfulness in Medicine, Health Care, and Society at the University of Massachusetts Medical School who, in his book, writes “Just watch this moment, without trying to change it at all. What is happening? What do you feel? What do you see? What do you hear?”
Life unfolds in the present. In the memoir Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert writes about a friend who, whenever she sees a beautiful place, exclaims in a near panic, “It’s so beautiful here! I want to come back here someday!” “It takes all my persuasive powers,” writes Gilbert, “to try to convince her that she is already here.”
Phrases and mantras of positivity and encouragement are like a ladder that helps us reach a little higher than we could without it. I keep mine in a mental catalogue and reach for each of them often. For now, the words I choose to carry with me are simple and six, wherever you go, there you are.
“Embracing the vulnerability it takes to rise up from a fall and grow stronger makes us a little dangerous. People who don’t stay down after they fall or are tripped are often troublemakers. Hard to control. Which is the best kind of dangerous possible. They are the artists, innovators, and change-makers.” –Brene Brown, Rising Strong
It’s been a year of change. It’s been a year of happiness, discomfort, pain and excitement. It’s been a year of hard lessons and a year where sometimes one step forward meant a tumble backwards immediately after. There were things that I rocked and things that I screwed up, things that happened that were out of my control and things I will never understand. It’s been a year of consideration with a fierce need for courage.
As I look forward, I’m reflecting on the things I’ve learned–that we are all doing the best we can; that everything, every thing, is unpredictable; that shitty things happen at good times and really good things can happen when it seems like nothing ever will; that there is always another side to the story; that I am smart, resourceful, strong and resilient (thank you, Katie); that it’s best to be relentlessly kind to others; that patience is a virtue although, it’s never been one of mine; and that I can’t control everything, that letting go is a powerful decision to make.
“The longer I love, the more I realize the impact of attitude on life. Attitude, to me, is more important than facts. It is more important than the past, than education, than money, than circumstances, than failures, than successes, than what other people think or say or do. It is more important than appearance, giftedness or skill. It will make or break a company…a church….a home. The remarkable thing is we have a choice every day regarding the attitude we will embrace for that day. We cannot change our past…we cannot change the fact that people will act in a certain way. We cannot change the inevitable. The only thing we can do is play on the one string we have, and that is our attitude…I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it. And so it is with you…we are in charge of our attitudes.” –Charles Swindoll
And here it is, the end of another chapter. I leave 2015 behind with this in mind: who do I want to be at the end of the day?
My mentor once told me a story about change (for the record, the following is the story, to the best of my recollection). He said that he was once an aggressive driver. He said he was that guy who shouted from behind the wheel, even with the windows up, who got frustrated at others’ driving behaviors. And he always said, “that’s just who I am–I’m an aggressive driver.” I understand this rational completely. I’ve said it many times about some of my weaker qualities or habits–that’s just who I am. Then Gary told me that one day someone said to him, “you are whoever you are at the moment, so if you want to change something about yourself, change it and then that’s who you’ll be instead.” He said that one day he got in the car and he decided he was not going to be an aggressive driver anymore. He practiced holding in his frustrations and refrain from calling out the other drivers while he was behind the wheel. It was tough, it didn’t happen quickly and there were relapses. But after a while he became more at ease while he was driving. And after a while his urge to shout lessened and the stress dissipated. And then, one day, he wasn’t an aggressive driver anymore. And that’s just who he was. It’s a simple story, but it reminds me that even though we can’t change the past or predict the future, we can control who we are by how we react to life, that our reactions are one of the few things we can control and change.
I’m looking forward to 2016, to the not knowing, to the challenges and the lessons and all the good things that come with the tough stuff like vulnerability (I’m working on it). In 2016, we will not be afraid to ask ourselves, who do I want to be at the end of the day? And then, maybe more important than asking the question, we will not be afraid of going after the answer.
Goodbye November. I’ve got a month of mindfulness ahead of me and I’m ready to begin. The holidays are a wonderful time but they can also be filled with excess and expectation. We come together as friends and families but with that comes the pressure to provide meals, gifts and even our time–which seems like the easiest thing to give, but when you have dozens of people to touch in a short period, this can be a challenge. And then there’s the excess. It’s part our culture to celebrate with food but with so many celebrations in such a short time, the calorie counts soar, causing every gym and health club to brace for (and revel in) the crowd of people who hit the door January 2nd, still reeling from 6 weeks of over-indulgence.
But does it always have to be this way? It seems like everywhere I turn there are angry people voicing their concern that the local holiday parade is called just that in order to accommodate people of all faiths and beliefs. There are family members at odds because they can’t agree on plans. There are people running themselves ragged, giving up their personal time to exercise or reflect, just to do more of the required holiday stuff.
This time of year is not likely to change but it doesn’t mean we can’t change the way we react to it ourselves. As we turn the corner of the holiday season and say goodbye to Thanksgiving until next year, there are things we can do to strengthen our souls and spirits in the next month, instead of overwhelming or ignoring them.
1. Don’t put all of your personal routines on hold.
With vacation days, school breaks, travel and no shortage of things to get done, it’s tempting to disregard the routines that serve us personally, like taking a moment to meditate or write, hit the gym or read a book. This is a time where we want to give so much of ourselves to others–and the best way to do that is by first, making sure
2. Be grateful.
There are more people, experiences and things in your life to be grateful for than you can count. So try. Create a list of all of the things to be grateful for and reflect on them throughout the month.
3. See more.
Experience the food, the lights, the music and the space around you with new eyes. These things are here and then they are gone. Appreciate their splendor.
Give yourself a gift this season. Forgiveness is one a powerful way to rejuvenate the spirit. Forgiveness does not mean whatever happened will be forgotten but it does mean that you are releasing the negative feelings surrounding it and deciding to not let it control you any longer. When you do this, you make room for new and wonderful experiences in your life.
5. Practice empathy.
When you encounter someone who steps in front of you in line, snaps at you at work, cuts you off on the road, remember that they have their own stresses. You do not know their story. You do not know their struggles. Put yourself in their shoes and treat them the way you would want to be treated.
6. Drink water. Sleep.
This seems simple, but so many people underestimate how much water they actually consume and the quality of sleep they actually get (let alone the length). It’s proven that we function better when properly hydrated and rested so just make this a must!
7. Trade judgement for kindness.
The holidays seem to bring out the best in some and the worst in others. Use this time to feel warmth and kindness towards others instead of casting judgment.
8. Let go of expectations.
This is a time of year that is fraught with expectations that just can’t reasonably be fulfilled. Instead of committing to the way you think things should be, stay present and ground and roll with the punches (this is by far my hardest rule to abide by).
9. Love yourself.
Stop looking at your flaws and missteps and appreciate everything that makes you you.
10. “Smile, breathe and go slowly.” -Thich Nhat Hanh, Zen Buddhist monk
To forgive is to set a prisoner free and to discover that the prisoner was you. -Lewis B. Smedes
I was having a great day. I mean, a really great day. Then it hit me. The memory of what “that person” did to me and suddenly, out of nowhere I was angry. I thought that I had “moved on” from that part of my life, but I realize now that I moved ahead while carrying the resentment and bitterness of the things that had happened with me.
When an injustice happens, we want to be vindicated. We carry the burden of the hurt because on the surface, forgiving can feel like letting the other person off the hook or excusing their behavior and actions. So we wrap the pain and the anger associated with the events around us like a blanket.
If I forgave, I wouldn’t have anything to hold on to–and we all want the things we’ve done in our lives to count, to not be a waste. Then I came across something I wrote in an old blog post: “If you want to change, change.” I read that forgiveness is a choice; it’s a gift you give yourself. It does not come naturally like the process of grief, it’s one that you have to actively commit to see through.
Forgiveness calls for a change of heart and thinking. It is not a feeling–it’s a decision you make to do the right thing. Forgiveness is hard because it means letting go of the emotional attachments we’ve made to parts of our past. It is a practice that requires you to let go and learn . Dr Wayne W. Dyer writes “When you give up interfering, and opt instead to stream like water–gently, softly and unobtrusively–you become forgiveness itself.”
Andrea Brandt, Ph.D. describes forgiveness as “the capping off of your emotional turmoil. [It] puts the final seal on what happened that hurt you. You will still remember what happened, but you will no longer be bound by it. Having worked through the feelings and learned what you need to do to strengthen your boundaries or get your needs met, you are better able to take care of yourself in the future.”
Forgiveness is not about forgetting, it’s about moving on. Forgiveness is not about giving it, it’s about choosing happiness over anger and learning that anger and resentment are a choice as is choosing not to indulge in them. Forgiveness is not about pretending that nothing happened, it’s about the commitment to stop playing the pain over and over again in your mind. Forgiveness is about forgiving yourself for putting you in a bad situation in the first place. Forgiveness is freedom.
- Halloween is a holiday that allows for your inner child and artist to come alive.
- It’s a time to revel in the thrill of the unknown and to skirt reality.
- There are no age restrictions.
- The display of creativity is at it’s best.
- Halloween marks a change in seasons and is an adieu to fall.
- The horror movie marathons on network TV.
- It’s acceptable to eat inordinate amounts of sugar.
- “There is a child in every one of us who is still a trick-or-treater looking for a brightly-lit front porch.” -Robert Brault
- You can do it any way you want–rules need not apply.
- Individualism is alive and remarkable–it’s about what you will do, who you will become and the choices you will make.
- Kids get their first taste of recreating themselves and see the world as full of possibility.
- Pet costumes…what’s not to love (unless you’re the dog)?
- Halloween creates a community connection with no need to segment people by religion or cause.
- There’s no need for expensive gifts.
- Halloween is about conquering your fears instead of wasting the day paralyzed with them. It’s breathing a sigh of relief at the end of a horror movie and walking out of the haunted house safe and sound.
- Pumpkin carving, bonfires and bobbing for apple.
- Halloween is about possibility, held captive by its own unique sense of magic and wonder.
Bonus! For those of you who already embrace the adrenaline rush: “The 3 types of terror: The Gross-out: the sight of a severed head tumbling down a flight of stairs, it’s when the lights go out and something green and slimy splatters against your arm. The Horror: the unnatural, spiders the size of bears, the dead waking up and walking around, it’s when the lights go out and something with claws grabs you by the arm. And the last and worse one: Terror, when you come home and notice everything you own had been taken away and replaced by an exact substitute. It’s when the lights go out and you feel something behind you, you hear it, you feel its breath against your ear, but when you turn around, there’s nothing there…” –Stephen King
“We’ve all fallen. And we have the skinned knees and bruised hearts to prove it. But scars are easier to talk about than they are to show, with all the remembered feelings laid bare. And rarely do we see wounds that are in the process of healing. I’m not sure if it’s because we feel too much shame to let anyone see a process as intimate as overcoming hurt. Or, if it’s because even when we muster the courage to share our still incomplete healing, people reflexively look away.”
My parents like to tease me about a video of me when I three and in my first year of pre-school in Pennsylvania. Throughout the year, our class had someone tape “interviews” with each of us, along with our holiday performances and parties. Then, at the conclusion, each family had a personalized year-book on tape, glimmering with the hopes and dreams and oddities of their own child. In mine, I sang to the camera-man, I often turned the “questioning” back on him and I revealed my talent for knowing the difference between a boy Easter bunny and a girl Easter bunny (one wears blue and one wears pink of course).
Over the years, my mom has told the story of my video proudly to many and I’ve come to realize that she was not as proud of me for my performance skills–although I did belt out a fabulous rendition of “Where is Rainbow Bright,” to the tune of “Where is Thumbkin” and reaffirmed my dance skills during the solo in our class Christmas performance in which I chose to lift my dress up over my head while swaying to the music–as she was by my unabashed self-promotion and assuredness. I was all-in. I was proud, fearless and full of self-confidence. And I was having a hell of a time.
Not long after that candid, documented time in my life, I began my life-long battle with perfectionism. I began to recognize consequences of failure and learned the easy habit of self-doubt. I’ve spent much of my life fighting between the two very different, very pervasive sides of my personality–the fearless girl who wants nothing more than to have a purpose, rise and shine and show the world what she’s got, and the one who hears the cruel whispers of perfectionism reminding me of the what-ifs: What if I don’t say the right words? What if I mess up? What if I they don’t like it?
I was driving to work one day and on a billboard outside of a church was written “Acknowledge life’s hurt, habits, and hang-ups.” I pulled in to the parking lot and wrote it down, not sure what it meant to me yet, but knowing it was something important. Then came Brene Brown’s latest book, Rising Strong. There are so many things I love about this book, but the thing that has stuck with me the most is the thing Brown calls the “messy middle,” which describes the part of our story in which we’ve falling and are trying to figure how to get back up.
Brown writes, “But scars are easier to talk about than they are to show, with all the remembered feelings laid bare. And rarely do we see wounds that are in the process of healing. I’m not sure if it’s because we feel too much shame to let anyone see a process as intimate as overcoming hurt. Or, if it’s because even when we muster the courage to share our still incomplete healing, people reflexively look away.”
I’ve decided to start my process over again by sharing the fears (not altogether rational) that have crept up on me in the time of my own messy middle with the hope that the act of writing them down and putting them out there will in itself pay homage to the fact that we are where we are. We all fail. We are all afraid. It’s okay to be low.
The fear that I can’t find my voice. The fear that I’ll never be a good writer. The fear that I might appear too self-confident. The fear that I will appear not self-confident enough. The fear that my words will be taken wrong. The fear that I will offend somebody. The fear that I am not good enough. The fear that I will make a fool of myself. The fear that I will not be the best I could have been. The fear that I will not succeed. The fear that I will not bounce back. The fear that I have wasted my time. The fear that I gave up too soon. The fear that I didn’t quit soon enough. the fear that I am too hard-headed. The fear that I put up with more than I should. The fear that I am selling myself short. The fear that I won’t tell enough of the truth. The fear that I will say too much. The fear that I am not a good enough friend. The fear that I have let someone down. The fear that I will let someone down. The fear that someone close to me is hurting, and I am not engaged enough to know. The fear that I made too much out of nothing. The fear that I made not enough out of something very big. The fear that I don’t laugh enough. The few that I might laugh at something that hurts someone else. The fear that I take things too seriously. The fear that others won’t get me. The fear that it’s written all over my face.
In Response to My Own Fears:
May I learn to trust the process more and worry less about the outcome. May I muster up the courage to sing more, dance more, go all in.
May I worry less about what other people think. May I contribute more to other people’s joy.
May I take more time to enjoy the moment, be present, uninhibited, and happy in the midst of imperfection and fear.
The past five months have been some of the strangest in my life. When I stop and reflect on them, I see that I was living in a way that I have always admired in other people without even knowing. Because circumstances were beyond my control and the stress could have easily eaten me alive, I had to make a decision to look forward, live with the risks and just handle whatever was coming at me in the moment. At the time, it just felt like survival.
It’s been awhile since I’ve written and of course, the longer you wait to do something, the easier it is to build that something up in your head, until it seems enormous and out of reach, looming above your head. I tend to look at the things I am not accomplishing more closely than the things that I am experiencing at that very moment. When I look back at my notepad, I realize that I have been writing all along these last two months, just not in my usual format. Here are a few sentiments I wrote down that have stayed with me on the journey.
Fear can only hurt us if we let it.
Sometimes, the best way to solve a problem is to stop participating in it.
Well, why the hell not?
The best people possess a a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable, they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed. -Ernest Hemingway
There is no path to happiness; happiness is the path.
Choose to see beauty.
If we did all the things we are capable of doing, we would literally astound ourselves. -Thomas Edison
The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them. -Ernest Hemingway
The bad news is, people are crueller and meaner and more evil than you’ve ever imagined. The good news is people are kinder, gentler and more loving that you’ve ever dreamed.
Always be kinder than you feel.
Be quick and curious and playful and strong.
Don’t stumble over something behind you.
Trust the vibes you get from other people. Energy doesn’t lie.
Do the best you can until you know better. Then, when you know better, do better. -Maya Angelou
The trouble is, you think you have time. -Buddha
You don’t need a reason to follow your heart.
Don’t settle: don’t finish crappy books. If you don’t like the menu, leave the restaurant. If you’re not on the right path, get off it. -Chris Brogan
Wake up each day and say ‘Thank you.’
Silence is so accurate. -Mark Rothko
Kindness has a beautiful way of reaching down in to the weary heart and making it shine like the rising sun.
Be happy for no reason.
If running is difficult, run more. This lesson applies to many things.
Fall in love often.
Doubt is your only disability. -Chris Mott
You don’t have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. -C.S. Lewis
Be filled with wonder. Be touched by peace.
Keep some room in your heart for the unimaginable. -Mary Oliver
1. Be Authentic. The most powerful asset you have is your individuality–what makes you unique. Don’t put too much equity in other people’s opinions.
2. Trust the process. Expect plot twists.
3. Work hard and you will always benefit from it.
4. Create. Do. Make things. Innovation in thinking is not nearly enough.
5. Travel as much as you can. It is a humbling and inspiring experience to be reminded how much you don’t know.
6. Strive for grace. There’s always room for more grace and there’s always another chance to embody it.
7. “Do Good.” The Golden Rule actually works.
8. Read everything. Read with an open-mind and a child’s fascination.
9. Go out on more limbs.
10. If you want to change, change. You are what you are until you decide you are something else.
11. Connect in real ways. Life is visceral. Get off your devices and connect with real people in real-time in real culture.
12. Instinct and intuition–learn to feel and trust them.
13. Let passion guide you. The things you are passionate about are not random. They are your calling.
14. If you like to eat pretzels in bed, eat pretzels in bed. Occasionally. Don’t abuse your own power.
15. Be a dreamer AND a doer.
The Japanese poet, Kenji Miyazawa, wrote, “We must embrace pain and burn it as fuel for our journey.”
It’s really uncomfortable to sit with pain–to accept it and not fight it. It’s written that “unrelenting disappointment [can] leave you heartsick.” The heart is the core of our being. In it lives joy, charity, faith and wonder. To protect our hearts, we do things to diminish suffering and avert pain.
Because of that instinct, sometimes we ignore painful feelings or deny them all-together. We over medicate, isolate ourselves and engage in behaviors that are out of character. We search for anything we think will help control the pain. The risk we take by avoiding painful emotions is that we’ll grow bitter, angry and anxious.
Bernard Baruch said that “the art of living lies less in eliminating our troubles than in growing with them.” Great truth–really hard to actually do. I’ve been trying to see it lately, as the art of “singing in the rain.”
In the movie, “Singing in the Rain,” Gene Kelly is walking through the streets in the pouring rain with an umbrella in his hand, unopened for most of the time, singing. He’s existing happily at that moment while in the rain, not despite of the rain. I’m not suggesting that pain is easy to deal with by just smiling through it–but it’s a starting place. Happiness is something we choose and every decision we make contributes to what we will allow ourselves to feel. Singing in the rain is an art we can never stop practicing.
I’m singing in the rain
Just singing in the rain
What a glorious feeling
I’m happy again
I’m laughing at clouds
So dark up above
The sun’s in my heart
And I’m ready for love
Let the stormy clouds chase
Everyone from the place
Come on with the rain
I’ve a smile on my face
I’ll walk down the lane
With a happy refrain
Just singing in the rain.
Singing in the rain.
Dancing in the rain
I’m happy again
I’m singing and dancing in the rain
I’m dancing and singing in the rain
Love one another. Take care of each other. Tell the truth. Always do your best. Listen to the big people. Listen to the little people. Explore new paths. Have fun. Know that you are loved like crazy. Give thanks for all your blessings. Above all else, love. You will do wonderful things in this world.