I may have enlightenment, but that’s a very different thing than having control.
OK. Great. Now I have to fight this guy and the ice cream is going to melt.
Zen’s great. But sometimes it’s OK to be like, “What the…?!”
In my head, I was forever 21 and reaching middle age just didn’t seem to fit with my persona.
When I have an internal dialogue, I can be pretty brutal.
If you can’t be at peace, at least be a story.
His death doesn’t feel like part of some lesson. It just feels unfair.
Getting hurt is easy, not letting it change who you are isn’t.
In that hospital bed, the question of whether I would do anything for my kids was real.
It’s everyone’s chance to remember, even if you don’t want to.