Man, I am such a workaholic. Like seriously, it’s an addiction. I can’t — stop — thinking — about work! And not in the good way, like, “I love my job so much, I’m so excited, I can’t wait to do it again!” Ironically, the work I love doing (writing, acting, etc) is well enjoyed…
I’m exploring an interesting thought, around manifesting. I’m assuming by now you’ve heard of the “Law of Attraction” and know basically that you can “manifest” anything you want into your life, by getting clear on what you want, feeling it as if it’s already happened, then letting it go and taking intuitive and/or inspired feel-good…
I’m feeling grateful right now. Just wrapped after two days of working on a film set. It’s baby steps, but I’m following my dreams and that in itself is emotionally fulfilling. It’s not about how big you get, how far you go, or how much money you make — the emotional fulfillment simply comes from…
Friends, nobody knows which day is our last. So just in case this is my last chance, I want you to know: I love you. It’s okay. NOBODY’S perfect. You’re good enough. Be kind to others. Be even more kind to yourself. Trust your gut, even — especially — when the “experts” disagree. You know…
In the stillness, in the silence, new answers and new possibilities can emerge. Sometimes, doing nothing can lead to doing/becoming something meaningful, something important. There is a mysterious power in being centered and at peace, neither striving nor seeking, not growing or becoming; simply being. Simply resting. Simply doing and attempting nothing. There’s a strange…
So I came out of the “spiritual closet” last night. I’ve always been a very spiritual person. Like, seriously, you have no idea. I grew up Catholic. In the Catholic church, you’re not supposed to receive communion until AFTER a certain age, after you’ve taken certain classes, and gone through a little “First Communion” ritual….
A friend on Facebook posted a great question about the difference between “doing nothing” and “being lazy.” I commented directly to his post, but wanted to share it here too. I know this is something I’ve struggled with A LOT, and still do if I’m honest with myself. This is as much a helpful reminder…
I don’t want to conquer the world; I want to conquer my own fears and self-doubts. I don’t care about a lot of money; I want a lot of love. It takes a lot of courage and strength to be weak and vulnerable. It’s okay to make a lot of mistakes and fail spectacularly if…
It’s an odd moment. One of those fleeting moments of enlightenment where everything feels so clear. I’m laying here, resting. And I can feel my heart beat. Beating, constantly, within my chest. I can feel it inside me. Pumping. Beat after beat. It’s strong. It’s healthy. But all of the sudden, I’m aware I’m mortal….