What if we could hang out in person? What if you knew where to stop by to find or create magic? What if you walked in and somebody said, “Oh good… you’re here!” We plan on having a building where SPACIOUS connections can flourish.
Ah! Over here!
Sloppily swimming in a sea of expectations, I find it difficult to access my true self in the world that surrounds me. The expectations begin to wash away my opinions, dreams and ideas while I start to accept other people’s beliefs as my own. Nevertheless, I still have enough resistance to want to escape the tides of torment and go into myself and release my true being free into this world. How must I sort this out? Who am I when I am waiting in the car before my first date?
We know what people’s noses look like. And their haircuts. And what they wear is obvious too.
But we sometimes find out that someone is full of art, crammed with soul, packed with stories… and we realize, well, that we all are a wellspring of unexpected surprises. And that the exterior packaging just isn’t an adequate indicator of what’s inside.
Especially if someone works at a job that requires a soul-concealing uniform.
Today I went to the post office,
I’m pregnant with a book. If it were a ten-pound baby, I’d just wait until my due date, uncomfortable as I was. But this baby, this book, needs to be born.
Sometimes it’s just better to get the sucker out. I just need to give birth and then deal with the squalling baby.
Why do I hold back from producing things, from creating, from putting my efforts out into the world? God put no restrictions on Adam in the Garden of Eden when he set him loose to create.
“It took a grown-up to imagine the Harry Potter books,” author Neil Genzlinger writes in a New York Times piece reviewing two new television shows, 2 New Ways to Relive Childhood.
I love that line. He was exploring our idealized vs. actual childhoods and how certain activities and toys (as explored in two different television shows) transport us back to those — potentially — good old days.
He said, “A 10-year-old’s imagination doesn’t really go very far.
I adore Steve Martin. Rumor has it that he once stepped into my family’s entrance hall to pick up a date, who was the friend of a woman who was babysitting me and my sister). I wasn’t home; I can’t confirm that he was there… though my sister tends to be a trustworthy source.
A subscriber to our site, Logan, sent me a link to an article I love. It’s called 6 Habits of Truly Memorable People. It’s from Inc. and is by Jeff Haden.
I’ll share a section from it about my favorite “habit” listed (“Embark on a Worthless Mission”):
You’re incredibly focused, consistently on point, and relentlessly efficient.
You’re also really, really boring.
Remember when you were young and followed stupid ideas to their illogical conclusions?
Many of you have seen the movie, A Man Named Pearl. If you haven’t, do. It’s about a man who had no idea of the limitations of topiary art, so he just started pruning and hacking and created a kingdom to behold.
But better yet, hie thee down to Bishopville, South Carolina, as I did recently, and check out Pearl’s yard yourself. It was positively inspiring, especially for fans of Dr. Seuss. I don’t know that Pearl claims any inspiration of Dr.