Saturday, January 23, 2016

i swear, when i read this, i am reading my soul

“the truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: a human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. to him... a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create -- so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. he must create, must pour out creation. by some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.” 
{Pearl S. Buck}


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Wednesday, January 6, 2016

nothing is ever too late

you make it so hard to look on the bright side - always with your worry, your stress, your incessant anxiety. 
always anticipating days to be burdensome and exhausting. 
and it's unclear when you'll finally seize control and stop letting doubt run your days, mock your dreams, and steal your moments of opportunity.
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all i want is for you to realize - wholeheartedly realize - that nothing is ever too late.
never too late to start, to stop, to turn around, to wake up, to give your all, to go all the damn way.
please know that. please, always remember that.
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Tuesday, December 1, 2015

checking in with you

a creature of habit, a comfort dweller, a routine champion. and i get it – i really do.
but between your predictable agenda and the life you've grown accustomed to, how are you doing?
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have you stopped and asked yourself that? when was the last time you checked in with you?
when was the last time you mindfully thought about where you've been and where you're headed?
have you asked yourself if you're experiencing growth? finding challenges? remaining balanced?

are you being honest with yourself? and is that honestly easy to come by or hard to swallow?
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in a world that wakes a shape different everyday, 
it's exceedingly easy to lose sight of who you really are and the life you're really meant to live.

getting caught up in the busyness and uncertainty of life – obliviously going with the flow and going through the motions plagues all of us at one point or another. 
i just hope you don't settle in the mundane – settle with the status quo – for too long.

you owe it to yourself to pause every once in awhile and ask yourself how you're doing, 
if you're where you want to be, if something is holding you back, and if you're on a path to prosperity.
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so, when was the last time you checked in with you?
i'm trying to sound blasé but what i really mean is...
this life is fleeting and there is no time be anything but true to yourself.
photo by Kerrie O'Rourke Design
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Monday, November 23, 2015

go all the damn way

i’ve long since been authoring a book of masterpieces.
the pages are smothered with everything that excites my soul – my life's biggest dreams and most audacious goals.
and yet, these desires only soar between a restrictive binding.
perhaps you understand where i'm at.
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why do the juiciest pieces of us remain hidden?
lack of experience? fear? shaken confidence? pathetic commitment? fill in your unique excuse {here}.

it’s the same old deadbeat story: living a life flying drastically below your ultimate. and dammit, this has got to stop.

calm, but anxious. frightened, but eager.
are you with me so far?

this is what it means to be ripe.
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you can only ignore your truth for so long until your defiant actions cripple you and drain you.
and yes, i know this is a sensitive subject for you.

but there's only one way to live the life you've imagined. it's raw and blunt and it goes like this:

put up a fucking fight 
for what you are, 
for what you love,
for what you want,
for why you’re here – 
and go like hell.

stop whispering empty promises to yourself, and quit filling optimistic conversations with words that are deprived of any real intention. there has never been any time for such pointless rhetoric.

you must ask yourself: am i fulfilling my purpose? realizing my worth? or are you settling for everything – just sitting on this mountain of potential too afraid to step out into your limelight?
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devote yourself to your calling.
struggle with it. conquer it. outperform yourself.

when it comes to this one life you’ve been handed, you have to want it more than it scares you.
go all the damn way for once.
and, for once, bona fide, blow your own damn mind.

photo by Kerrie O'Rourke Design
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Thursday, November 19, 2015

to women everywhere:

"what if you woke up one day and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung-out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid?
it’s going to break your heart.
don’t let this happen."
{anne lamott}
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photo by Kerrie O'Rourke Design
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Thursday, November 12, 2015

balance and honesty

this life we’re dancing through, it’s easy to get swept off your feet – and not always in the most romantic of ways.

it’s overwhelming when days sweep in that scream
you have got to get your shit together.

those days where you’re constantly bent over, picking up all the pieces that can’t seem to remain attached.
pieces that chip off and just shatter and scatter.

pieces of you.

and just like that, your balance is compromised.
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my reality tries to keep pace with a never-ending marathon way of life. 

my balance is hit or miss at best, and the honesty i share with myself is covered with a dash of pure, unrealistic optimism. sometimes, with a large side serving of delusion.

my head functions steadily on the jam-packed mode.
cluttered with to-do's, thoughts, feelings. with goals and, yes, fears. 

i’m rambunctious, as there is so much to love and i can't help but love it all.
there are people to please, places to be, and deadlines to meet.
i get swept away in a pursuit to do it all. perfectly.
error on my part, this is grounds for continuous crash landings. 

a poster child for simultaneously spreading myself too thin and piling another scoop of chaos on my plate,
i’m perhaps preaching to the choir with you. 

the underlying truth always stands that we’re just human. 
and perfectionism is the nastiest practice to entertain. 
so how do we ween ourselves off of this entropy?
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realizing our balance doesn’t start in our feet but is sustained from our thoughts is how we regain our balance.
and the honesty we muster isn’t just the culmination of words that sound nice on their way out.
it’s our acceptance of who we truly are. 

the honesty kicks in when you know it's okay to just be and be undone at that. 
it's okay to just stop and breathe – to sit in that honest moment for as long as needed – and balance it all out. 

because that's what’s really needed, bona fide. 
balance within yourself, and honesty.

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Sunday, November 8, 2015

bona fide rarity

bona fide. authentic; real; genuine; sincere; 
made or carried out in good faith
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i’ve spent so many quiet moments thinking about the people in my life – 
the people that make me grow and make my days here on Earth so rich and fulfilled. 
i've spent so much time thinking about where they came from, why they’re here, 
what they bring to me, and what i can offer them.
from this, the idea of a bona fide nation came to fruition:
to inspire growth. 
to help others reach their many peaks. 
to build a tribe of nothing but positive vibes.
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the bona fide nation is a pledge to live true to thyself; a commitment to living unapologetically true to the bona fide human you were made to be
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they don't make humans like you.
so please, don't be like the rest of them, darling.

you are entirely up to you. 
this is the start of something beautiful. 

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Thursday, November 5, 2015

hellooooooooooooo!

i’m so glad you’re here!
what’s to come is the wanderings of a million miles. you. me. us. stripped of limitations and fair warnings. 
come as you are and stay as long as you'd like, but be sure to shed any inhibitions at the door. 
let's just be who we really are.
welcome to the journey of being true to thyself.


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