If you can dream – and not make dreams your master; If you can think – and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster And treat those two impostors just the same; From If by Rudyard Kipling I first read this poem a couple of days ago, and…
Category Archives: Curious Thoughts
The Power of Perfection and Why You’re not Living, Laughing, Letting go
Perfection is why projects are never born, books are never written and people are never happy. Perfection is why safe is the new sorry.
That voice in your head – or – How to mother a child on the edge of a cliff
Who are you, that voice in my head who never leave my side? What are your intentions, your motive, your way? What are your fears, and are you capable of compassion? Can it be that your controllable fear is love, after all?
Create some really fun stories
A friend of mine invited me and my boyfriend to a party hosted by friend of hers. I didn’t know the host. But I assumed my friend had checked with the host and that it was okay that we came along too. On our way there, however, my friend said that she hoped her friend knew we were coming and that he was home.
And I thought “what!? Aren’t we going to a party?” Of course her friend must be home, right? And then I started questioning if it really was alright that we came along. Turned out the big party I had expected (where I could easily blend in) was just a small gathering with a few close friends.
My friend laughed and joked about it all and called the host to hear if he was in and if it was alright that we came a little early. But before she called him, she said something I though was really wise . . .
Reflections on enoughness & dipping my toe in the ocean of vulnerability
When I first wrote this post, I fired up some rad language. I channelled my power and wrote some kick-ass lines about why enough is enough and that we should all stop trying to improve our awesome selves.
But it didn’t quote feel right. So the post has lingered in my draft box for some time now.
Until tonight. As I’m writing this, it’s 2 am and I can’t sleep because
