We don’t set out to be assholes. We start out hoping to do something great, to leave our mark on the world … in an effort to be loved. And then we get lost.
I want you to remember that you matter, that there is no honor in working yourself to death or sacrificing this life you’ve been granted for any dream.
A chapter from my book on how I learned to understand “the paint can” – the many inputs that go into forming what we believe to be real about ourselves, love and life.
A friend of mine who lifts weights recently asked me to teach him to meditate. So I asked him to explain to me the steps of one rep of a bench press.
Perhaps woven tightly with fear and insecurity is an opportunity to experience the only true security, that of self-love — and of being there for ourselves.
For Father’s Day I’d like to share this chapter from my book — the story of the little girl who changed my life…