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Internet Inspiration – January 17, 2014

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It’s been a veritable tabstravaganza this week, friends! Enjoy the links and enjoy your weekends!

It’s an oldie, but I really enjoyed the hidden lessons in reality TV.

What “Survivor” is really about is the inescapability of your being yourself, even when you have told yourself you can be someone different for 30 days.

A pair of Stanford students have designed a brace that, for a mere $20, can treat clubfoot. Everything about this article made me smile.

I love that Susannah made a Word of the Year Notebook. What a great idea.

Why can’t we stop working?

As Harvard Business School professor Clay Christensen described…, the ROI of work is immediately apparent. You get instant feedback and, oftentimes, instant gratification in the form of raises, promotions, new contracts, or general approbation. The arc of family life is different. In the moment, it can be banal, boring, or discouraging.

So perfect. The necessity of emotion.

Many definitions of compassion include putting others before self. This is great, a perfectly sound definition. However, if we think of others instead of ourselves, we lose the heart connection that gives rise to compassion altogether.

Meryl Streep is my GIRL. And so is Emma Thompson. Put them in charge of everything.

“Emma thinks, ‘Is this helpful?’ Not ‘will it build my brand,’ not ‘will it give me billions,’ not ‘does this express me, my fabulous self, into all eternity for all time’ – that’s a phrase from my Disney contract from my last movie.” (At the “Saving Mr. Banks” table, Disney public-relations executives took the gibes in stride.)

Why yes, Emily, I would love to make these beautiful jewelry storage blocks for my wall.

A moving essay about the release of trauma.

I don’t tell her that after I started getting better when I was 15, I pretended to be sick for almost an entire year more. Being sick had become a safe thing for me, a way to stave off the real world. I haven’t told anyone about my deception, not the boyfriend I’ve been living with for two years; not my sister, who had had her own teenage health issues and is the person I am closest to in the world. Certainly not my parents–especially not my mom, who had turned being the mother of  a sick child into a vocation, a calling. My year of fake illness is my deepest, darkest secret.

I think we’re all friends enough here to admit that we’ve frozen liquid without leaving enough space for the liquid to expand. But will you admit that you just strained the glass shards out and still consumed it? I have. What if you froze water in a strong enough container that it can’t expand?

If the 2014 Oscar nominated movie posters told the truth.

Love Havi. Here’s an excellent list of ways to name your own secret missions and help avoid getting triggered by all your Stuff when you have to do a thing.

A new name can help me circumnavigate whatever Stuff I might have about the thing itself, or possible negative associations hidden inside of the name.

Folding laundry is pretty much never appealing — to me at least.

Unless it seems like an effective way to not-do something else, and then not-folding the laundry can be almost physically painful.

However, I might get intrigued by Operation Stack X4, which is, ta da, folding laundry. Do not tell the monsters.