Whenever taking on a new project or making a major life change, my thinking becomes clouded and fuzzy. In conversation, I stutter over finding the right words to express myself and, in mid-sentence, will forget what I was going to say (that’s always impressive on a first date).
This very thing has been happening to me lately, and it’s interfered with my writing too (as you may have noticed). At first, I thought I wasn’t writing because I had run out of ideas. The truth is that what’s been consuming my brain power is the thing I am most excited and most fearful of writing about. Continue reading
I’ve been sick all day which has given me a lot of time to do nothing but watch movies, suck on 27 cough drops and lay around thinking about life. Today, I was prepared to write a long post about self-awareness, but instead I want to write about an idea that has been haunting my thoughts for a few weeks now: being weird.
Like everyone else, I grew up in a culture from which I learned valuative norms, that is, which things are good or bad, right or wrong, weird or normal. As a child I saw my friends strive to fit within these norms, as did I, in order to avoid conflict and receive love and acceptance from parents and other authority figures.
On some level I thought fitting in would make me happy even though it oftentimes meant squashing my true nature–my creativity, intuition, ambitions, etc. Many of my friends were much better at squashing than I was, and I often felt like a Weirdo. Continue reading
A lie will easily get you out of a scrape, and yet, strangely and beautifully, rapture possesses you when you have taken the scrape and left out the lie. ~Charles Edward Montague, Disenchantment
Those who think it is permissible to tell white lies soon grow color-blind. ~Austin O’Malley Continue reading
I’m writing this blog because I’ve had enough.
I’ve had enough of fear, dishonesty, ineffectiveness, mediocrity, boredom and suppression. I’ve had enough with settling for a “safe” life so that my aspirations won’t threaten, offend or unnerve others.
Today I commit to living a life of 100% authenticity. I commit to telling the truth in every moment.
I commit to choosing beautiful uncertainty over tepid security.
I might fail from time to time, but that’s no matter. I am at the tipping point. To cling to the edge now, rather than to let myself fall, will most certainly be the death of my spirit. And it’s much too early for that fire to extinguish.