Recovery
I have yet to find anything more therapeutic than an evening with friends.
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This week, I spontaneously thought of Christ in the garden of Gethsemane. Lucky for me, Friday did not include a crucifixion.
Read more...I'm taking this brave enough to ask stuff seriously. I started writing out invitations last night. As in, "Dear (fill in the blank), you are cordially invited into my life."
Read more...My hotmail account is down. My hipstamatic app is running really slow. Kind of sums up how I feel: run dwn and slow. Time for a reboot.
Read more...The idea of inviting certain experiences into our lives seems equally wonderful and impossible.
Can we really have what we want by asking for it? I’ve struggled with this question for a long time, and I don’t know the answer.
The skeptic in me, the one busy shooting down wild ideas because she is too afraid to push past her own boundaries, can think of dozens of examples where this doesn’t work.
But my dreamer self has collected too many stories to ignore in which asking and daring meant the difference between life as we know it and a brand new reality.
The problem is as soon as I think I might be brave enough to test this theory for myself, I chicken out.
This morning before church I could hear my heart wanting to invite certain things into our life. But the skeptic shut it down.
And off to church I went.
At church, the priest read the gospel about asking and receiving, knocking and doors being opened.
I don't believe in coincidences.
I'm not saying we'll get everything we want because we ask. Lots of people don't even get everything they need. But it seems there might be some lesson to learn from being brave enough to ask.
I would love to know where you go (in the Bay Area) to get away from it all. I'm conducting serious research.
Read more...When does busy become too busy?
I say when someone asks you in July when your next free weekend is and your answer is October.
“I think we’ve been ransacked,” John said as we walked through the door.
“No. I’m pretty sure that’s how we left it,” I replied.
The UP Experience from Brené Brown on Vimeo.
Honestly, I don't think I realized that the feeling Brené Brown describes has a name. I certainly wouldn't have called it Shame. I probably wouldn't have called it anything because, as she so wisely points out, these are the sorts of feelings we don't talk about. But maybe we should. John and I watched this video last night, and I've been thinking about it all day. If you take the time to watch it, I'd love to know what you think.
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