Please move, my ego would like your chair.
You know, I think I do things for others to show my love or because of something altruistic, but I’ve recently discovered…
I have been foolish and wishful and blind time and again—all in the name of love.
I think about love—how it can set the table or flip it over in a tantrum. How it can feel like riding a willful horse—a horse who knows you’re not a strong rider and keeps walking you into the trees. How it can be like a wild animal that rips you apart and makes a quick meal of you.
I recently was flying home from the holidays and decided to play a little game with The Universe. Before I got on the plane I made this little request: Have the person sitting next to me teach me something—something about career, writing, relationships, life, myself. I’ve got 5 hours in 1st class and the liquor will flow—let’s make the most of it.Read More