DAY TEN: Give yourself permission to be bad at something.

My whole life I’ve wanted to learn to fight. I’d watch The Matrix
and be like, “I wish I could fight like Trinity.” And then go back to reading books or doodling. For decades I longed to get back into martial arts but was too afraid of the awkward learning phase. Finally, at the age of 31, I decided to give it a try…

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Day 73 of 365: your dream = adorable puppy dog.

I have a fingerprint. I know that’s, like, not a surprise. It’s a known thing. But it’s often forgotten, right? As in… We don’t go through the day making a freestyle rap about how we’re each unique (like snowflakes… allegedly*) or how we each have our VERY OWN FINGERPRINT. *HOW DO WE REALLY KNOW. HOW.** **I […]

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Day 69 (teehee) of 365: throwing out the eraser

“I’m totally closed off to you right now,” I said to my therapist. “Okay,” she said, in her normal, allowing tone. She lightly smiled in the way that she does when she’s excited that I’m expressing distaste (because that’s a challenge for me–to tell someone they’ve pissed me off). “Last week, I was in here… […]

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Day 12 of 365: it’s imperative to be imperfect.

I wrote a book once. I mean, I’ve started writing around twenty books, but I convinced myself to not finish 95% of them. I used to be quite talented at convincing myself not to do something. What if no one buys it? What if people buy it and they don’t like it? What if you read […]

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