I have a spot reserved in my heart for the small voice that speaks at the exact moment the yammering crowd silences –when the noise parts and the small voice says the thing everyone is to afraid to say—and usually the last thing I want to admit.
Finally.
Sort of.
lim•i•nal•i•ty: a psychological or metaphysical subjective state, conscious or unconscious, of being on the “threshold” of or between two different existential planes.
I harbor a deep and growing resentment toward the horoscope in the Sunday paper. I repeatedly tells me *today is a 7*. I cannot get past a 7. Every flipping Sunday—7.
Drowning and Swimming – both involve water and splashing about but, of course, you’d never confuse the two. You may think that’s a ridiculous statement but reflect a moment: there are choices you make, things you decide to do that make you sink like a stone in life yet you tell yourself that they represent forward motion.
by Jill MacGregor
The measure of who we are is what we do with what we have.
~Vince Lombardi
I have found myself running into the girl I used to be lately. You may think that must mean some carefree version of myself, untethered by serious adult themes but that would not be the case.
I’ve definitely gotten younger as I’ve gotten older.
We live in a world that is all about transparencies.
It is so interesting…everyone walking around naked. From the smallest thing to sometimes the most personal—I could probably find out anything about you and you about me. That damn interweb…There’s a reason why you and I have not run for public office and it’s not because of poor time management.
I have not smoked for 13 years. It took a lot of failed attempts to finally quit because I thoroughly enjoyed smoking back in the day. Ok, I loved it. THERE I SAID IT.
What do you do when everything seems to be falling apart? Moving forward and through is often times your best strategy and also the only way to find what you’re looking for.