“The universe is not short on wake-up calls. We’re just quick to hit the snooze button.”

Vulnerability is not a victory march, it’s a cold and it’s a broken hallelujah.⁣

We can’t give up on vulnerability. It’s the path back to ourselves and each other.

We must learn how to lean into our vulnerability, stay curious, and practice courage.⁣

Have you ever struggled with feeling lonely – even when you’re surrounded by people you love? I have. It’s painful and confusing.⁣

Generosity. Bring all you have. It’s ok to be brave and afraid at the same time.

Gratitude. Remember they’re giving you their most precious resource: TIME!

Vulnerability is not knowing victory or defeat, it’s understanding the necessity of both; it’s engaging. It’s being all in.

Perfectionism is a self destructive and addictive belief system that fuels this primary thought: If I look perfect, and do everything perfectly, I can avoid or minimize the painful feelings of shame, judgment, and blame.

To love ourselves and support each other in the process of becoming real is perhaps the greatest single act of daring greatly.

Social distancing doesn’t have to mean social disconnection.

We cannot selectively numb emotions, when we numb the painful emotions, we also numb the positive emotions.

No matter how much we plan and prepare, life calls and we have to answer.

Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.

Shame is a tool of oppression and dehumanization. I don’t believe shame will ever be an effective social just tool. ⁣

Daring to set boundaries is about having the courage to love ourselves even when we risk disappointing others.

Vulnerability sounds like truth and feels like courage. Truth and courage aren’t always comfortable, but they’re never weakness.

Opinions are like belly buttons; everybody has one. I never knock a man for his opinion.

Me as a person, I’m not the president of the NBPA (National Basketball Players Association). I don’t even know what to say. I’m not like this perfect, buttoned-up, suit-and-tie guy.

If the first button of one’s coat is wrongly buttoned, all the rest will be crooked.

The man upstairs is pushing the buttons, and if your name happens to be on that button, well, thank you.

On a sea floor that looks like a sandy mud bottom, that at first glance might appear to be sand and mud, when you look closely and sit there as I do for a while and just wait, all sorts of creatures show themselves, with little heads popping out of the sand. It is a metropolis.

Maybe I’ll make a huge color tapestry from my belly button lint.

I would be able to infer, form the shape of that button

After all those years of doing remote detonations, where we just push a button and something explodes, to actually see a nice big fat line of black smoke heading toward something that will blow up is very satisfying.