Why letting go can be the best plan of all.
Why letting go can be the best plan of all.
From the outside, you’d never expect it. That’s what’s great about being different, isn’t it?
There are times in life when the fragility of your heart demands attention.
Hopefully our desire to win goes a little deeper than simply wanting to win.
Nobody does late to you. It’s time to show up for your life and your dreams.
Seeking advice is smart, but is the advice we receive always right?
How to turn a season of waiting into a season of rest, repair and preparation.
It's clear, more than ever, that getting ahold of who we really are is the desire of many.
There is hope of turning a self-pity party into a more freeing, healthy way of thinking.
I don't believe we are meant to live this life without at least one good heartbreak.
If we don’t stop for a few hours at the end of each year, then we’re going to miss it.
It's ok. We all started in the exact same spot.
In short, college has not been at all what I expected.
Even if it was just a single meal, it felt like something much bigger.
If we wait to be perfect or qualified to extend a helping hand, then we never will.
I was 25. I was extremely ready for every single element of my life to be perfect.
Whether we believe it or not, we all have a story to tell.
How do we build a positive future from the negative experiences of our past?
Identifying what’s most important to you can keep you in the game when life crashes in.
Managing the expectations and anticipating the needs of others is a full-time job.
Indulge or suppress. These seem to be the two voices that scream the loudest in our dealings with “emotions.”
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When we don’t meet our own expectations of what we believe a true confidant or a welcoming hostess looks like, we conclude that we simply are not that type of girl.
Writing is a lot like like gardening. When we’re willing to get our hands dirty, the blank page becomes a space to cultivate and sustain life — a little plot for growing seeds that, when exposed to just the right slant of sunlight, blossom into nourishing fruit. But as any gardener would know, there’s an art, a cadence to growing green things: A season for uprooting, and another for tilling. Next, a time for waiting while the elements work their magic. Then, finally, the harvest.
The same rhythm rings true in growing ourselves. Thankfully, unlike actual gardening, storytelling requires no green thumb. You don’t even have to identify as a writer to reap the benefits of writing — you just have to want to do the work.
I knew right away she wouldn’t like me. She embodied authenticity with her tattoos and loop nose ring. I, however, was a walking stereotype with my highlighted hair strategically pinned to appear messy, feeling edgy in my Keds. One of us seemed to belong, and the other one of us was me. It was my first day at the cafe and she, of course, was the barista who would train me.
This girl, I came to find, knew no strangers. She seemed to have a sort of magnetic force that drew all types of people to her. It was not her appearance or her talents, though she was both attractive and talented. She seemed to have an uncanny ability to see the best in everyone — strangers and friends alike.
It’s a question that most of us bump up against for decades, no matter what it is we are in the middle of doing: Is this what I’m called to do? We wonder, in the middle of our working and coaching and mothering and writing and dancing and dating and marrying and studying:
Should I be doing something else? Why am I still not sure what I’m made for?
Integrity is the map to achieving our maximum potential; it is the wholeness of our self. As we pursue integrity, we obtain virtues that better us. We all desire to capture the best possible future that exists and make it our present reality; setting standards accomplishes this. Standards are the footprints on the path we hope we’re brave enough to take. They define our personhood and determine our character as we discern the character of others. How we believe we should be treated is directly related to the standards we create.
New Year, new you. Sound familiar? We’ve all heard it. Many of us have said it; even fewer of us feel any assurance in our ability to make it come true. Resolutions fly about as wayward as falling snow. We make promises for health, fitness, family, or friends. But so often there’s this semi-joking expectation of failure. And that preemptive guilt, that fear of disappointing before you’ve even begun, can paralyze our potential for progress.
When it seems like all of our friends are getting married, having kids, purchasing houses or settling into careers before us, how are we supposed to feel? Is it possible to maintain true excitement for them without comparing their circumstances to ours? In such situations we’re
We see it all around us with the slow and steady arrival of spring. New life and a new day. There’s something sacred about the spring, and I never quite understood it until I moved to New York City. After living in Los Angeles for six