Creative Killjoy

So what is it that has us think that we're only creative, we're only artists, if we can support ourselves solely on our art?  

Talk about pressure, talk about killjoy, talk abut writer's block.  

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Tell Us How You Really Feel

Here is some stuff about me, my beliefs, my thoughts, my feelings.  In no particular order, arranged with zero regard for style.

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Vulnerable, Naked, and Kind (also known as This Blogger Was a Stubborn Jerk)

It's occurring to me the responsibility there is with a blank page, a blank screen.  The space of potential words and images.  

Potential connection, potential healing, potential impact.  Potential hurt or harm.


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Naked Bluetooth Use

Blog Post #15 of #40 in 40 Days.

What.  In.  The.  F#*k.  Who thought that this was a good idea?!  

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How To Practice Perfect Yoga

There are many assumptions about what it is to be a yogi. Here are some definitive rules to follow to avoid displeasing the gods…

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I Ain't Your Sugar, Sugar

The world, in its various ways, says, "Feeling a little confident?  Better check that shit.  Reign that in."  
"You sure you wanna eat that?"  
"Hm.  That video, I don't know... you're a little too flashy there, maybe."  
"What are you talking about?  You don't have a degree in that."
"No one's going to love you if you wear that/say that/choose that/create that/ask for that."

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Confessions of the Crunchy Kind

Bless me, Crunchy Moms Club members, for I have sinned.  It has been a lifetime since my last confession.  These are my sins…

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Dear Bodhi

Dear Bodhi;

I owe you an apology.

I am so sorry.  

I am sorry that today I let you down…

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How to Give Advice Like a Pro

Here is what I've decided I feel about advice:

I'm not a fan.  Of giving or receiving.

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Unshakeable Faith: Peaches and Other Things

My kids have remarkable faith in me.  This occurred to me after an incident the other day.

My two year old came to me, wailing, after her brother had offered her an apple for a snack.  (I know, sweet generosity sometimes sends me into a puddle of tears, too).

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