It was a punch to the throat.
I’ve spent twenty-eight years making people believe I’ve had this alternative, bohemian, crazy life, and I don’t even know how to roll a joint. Drugs have literally never crossed my path.
I undressed to seek validation. The very last reason one should undress.
Start your days with what you love, and see how it transforms your relationship with “having enough time.”
The happiest I’ve ever been at work is when I didn’t look for a job, but I hired a boss. Somebody willing to invest in me on a human level, who would help me develop my skill set outside of what it did for the company.
You’re doing so much better than you think. Do you know how well you are doing? Do you understand how superbly you are executing your life? It’s not easy, human-ness: finding the courage day-on-day-on-day to keep on keeping on.
“I like having my hair and face done, but I’m not going to lose weight because someone tells me to. I make music to be a musician not to be on the cover of Playboy.”
Nobody comes to us whole and perfect. It’s the specific experience of two people that can make or break a union.
You can be happy – proud of yourself, in your imperfect, confused, trying-ness – by doing just this one thing.
Don’t take pleasure in reminding people of their place, of keeping them down. Because the only “down” is to your level. Don’t be a sewer rat. Leave everyone else to it and focus on you.