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mean streak.
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+1 Via
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my neato sister’s video project.
ice cream and cake.
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hello, my old heart
how have you been?
are you still there inside my chest?
I’ve been so worried
you’ve been so still
barely beating at all -
whatttt
Solid words of wisdom to remind a lady just because she appears soft on the outside doesn’t mean she has to let the world walk over her :) Big fan of this mantra. Especially if they switched “think like a man, work like a boss” to “WORK like a man, THINK like a boss” :)
I received this email from her late one evening at a time when things like this find their way out of our minds and the woodwork. Not wanting to forget and in a attempt to share and inspire you, I’ve pasted one of my most treasured passages below :)
Email intro included :)
“So they read this at the end of my yoga class tonight and after the first line I was thinking of you. I was probably supposed to be quieting my thoughts… I’ll do better next time :)….”
It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for, and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.
It doesn’t interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.
It doesn’t interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain! I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it or fade it, or fix it.
I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own, if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, to be realistic, to remember the limitations of being human.
It doesn’t interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself; if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul; If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it’s not pretty, every day, and if you can source your own life from its presence.
I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand on the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, “Yes!”
It doesn’t interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up, after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and do what needs to be done to feed the children.
It doesn’t interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.
It doesn’t interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you, from the inside, when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.
Beautiful, no?! Love ya!! xoxox”
