Back when I was fighting addiction, I had this feeling all I needed to do was share my real addiction experience over time—that going public like that would force my perspective to change, and keep me accountable to moving forward and growing.
So I sat down one night and started writing.
I once read a book on Zen that gave the following meditation: Continue reading
I was actually the exact opposite until recently. Continue reading
I’m thinking of 2 types of negative experiences, one immediate, and the other long-term.
As an INFJ, the core of what you are is a subtle awareness taking place that looks deep beneath the surface to see connections revealing potential and possibility.
“Health” via “conforming” looks quite different for each type.
Declaring yourself terrible is too easy.
Writing yourself off like that is an excuse . . . a way of hiding behind ideals of perfection.
If someone asked you to brainstorm a list of the most important things in your life, I’m sure you could easily fill a page with scribbled terms circled and joined into various categories and sub-categories of value.
I want to be the best version of myself I can be.
A mistake I make at least twice a year is getting so wrapped up in things like outcomes and returns—the results of “being my best self”—that I end up trying to be someone else.