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My Therapist Told Me a Joke
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Internet Inspiration – December 13, 2013
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Peeps, It’s the Most Wonderful Time of the Year! The Unravelling 2014 workbook has arrived! Maybe one day I’ll write something this wonderful for you guys. 2014 goal.

I fervently hope that this is the new paradigm for raising children and talking about sex: Dear Daughter, I Hope You Have Awesome Sex and An Open Letter to My Son About Sex.

Because consensual sex isn’t something that men take from you; it’s something you give. It doesn’t lessen you to give someone else pleasure. It doesn’t degrade you to have some of your own. And anyone who implies otherwise is a man who probably thinks very poorly of women underneath the surface.

Yes, all these boys and girls and genderqueers may break your heart, and that in turn will break mine. I’ve held you, sobbing, after your boyfriend cheated on you, and it tore me in two. But you know what would tear me in two even more? To see you in a glass cage, experiencing nothing but cold emptiness at your fingers, as Dear Old Dad ensured that you got to experience nothing until he decided what you should like.

So cool. The oldest seawater on the planet found right underneath the Chesapeake Bay.

Maybe you guys have noticed, but I really love crystals. And here is an Advent Craft with crystals!

A great video (and synopsis) from Sarah about Russell Brand. I love him, but his energy is such that I need maybe one degree of separation from him in order to fully appreciate his message.

A temperature inversion hit the Grand Canyon and filled it with fog. The pictures take my breath away. I can’t even imagine being there live.

Powerful words on the truth that it’s not about what you do, it’s about how you do it.

Passion comes from vulnerability. If you want to know how to transcend this provincial life—and there are lots of ways to do it—you absolutely must start by ripping out these old walls that protect you and prevent you from feeling connected to yourself and to other people. You must learn to make yourself vulnerable and open and sensitive again. You need to feel the cold plastic on your tenders. You need to feel unguarded, fragile, soft, lost. This is not about a career change. It’s about swapping out your head with a new one. This is not about what you actually do, it’s about HOW YOU DO IT….

When you do what you really, really love, good things happen. That part IS magic. You have to follow your love, listen to it, be kind to it. You have to keep working, and never lose sight that the primarily satisfaction of creative life arises from the satisfaction of working hard, creating, slowly. Nothing else touches that, once you cultivate it. No applause or awards or book contracts can compete with simply sitting and working hard and knowing in your heart that YOU ARE FUCKING GOOD AT THIS.

Are you numbing yourself with busyness?

Who would I be if I wasn’t busy accomplishing stuff? Who would I be if I was okay with doing nothing for hours on end? And even scarier, what truths would I have to face that I can effectively avoid facing when I’m crazy busy?

Sometimes we all just need the kick-in-the-pants reminder: You’re a Pro.