“If you own this story you get to write the ending.”

Nostalgia is also a dangerous form of comparison. Think about how often we compare our lives to a memory that nostalgia has so completely edited that it never really existed.

I’ve found what makes children happy doesn’t always prepare them to be courageous, engaged adults.

Just because someone isn’t willing or able to love us, it doesn’t mean that we are unlovable.

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.⁣

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

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.

We must come to see that the end we seek is a society at peace with itself, a society that can live with its conscience.

Education never ends, It is a series of lessons, with the greatest for the last.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.

When I was young I felt really overwhelmed and confused by the desire not to end up in an office, doing something I didn’t believe in.

New Beginnings are often disguised as painful endings.

My happiness is not the means to any end. It is the end. It is its own goal. It is its own purpose.

Love always ends differently and it always begins differently – especially with me.

Sweet is a grief well ended.