“Whatever is on your plate got there because you said yes to it.”

Launch and learn. Everything is progress.

I only want to hit my targets if the aiming and the hitting both feel good.

Decide to get over it. You know, just let it go. It can be that simple.

I want to surrender to the feelings and shapes of words and not stop until I am clearly heard by myself and my God.

Pull over to the side of your journey and look how far you’ve come.

But what if we took it one step further and made an effort to actually transform our pain into something beautiful? What if we went full out and made an effort to transform other people’s pain into something beautiful?

People magazine with a bag of sour cream and onion chips always makes be feel a bit trashy. But good trashy.

It’s a great privilege to dream.

Shift your energy from protecting yourself from failure to squeezing the life out of life.

The cosmos doesn’t measure sweat and hours for reward. The cosmos deals in the currencies of joy and satisfaction.

Apologizing makes me feel vulnerable. And strong. Expressing gratitude makes me feel vulnerable. And strong. Maybe there’s something to this vulnerability/strength connection, eh?

If your goals aren’t synced with the substance of your heart, then achieving them won’t matter much.

Love the necessary hard work.

If you try to keep your most sacred ambitions off of your weekly calendar and your most genuine traits off of your resume, then you’re missing out on the power of real integrity.

Your life unfolds in proportion to your courage.

What if desire wasn’t an urge to be tamed, but a beacon of truth to be followed?

There is no pleasure without a tincture of bitterness.

Everybody’s got a hungry heart.

Be happy for this moment. This moment is your life.

You get used to anything, sooner or later it just becomes your life.

You can’t start a fire without a spark.

What is the root of all these words? One thing: Love. But a love so deep and sweet it needed to express itself with scents, sounds, colors that never before existed.

If there is a God, whence proceed so many evils? If there is no God, whence cometh any good?

You cry and tell yourself to toughen up but what’s tougher than feeling?