“Determination can be a battle or a thrill. Choose to be thrilled.”

If you trusted that your art was going to support your life, how would you live?

Words can make you sick. Or healed. – Words create worlds because the universe is always listening… and so are your cells, your psyche, and your children, your team, and the apples.

There’s a time and purpose for being lost. If you don’t judge the being lost you get through it sooner.

There is nothing as easy as being inspired.

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.

You may have to fight a battle more than once to win it.

To be a radical fight you within you – a solitary battle.

I’m tired of fighting giants in my head.

I’ve grown tired of playing the warrior In the battle between me And my demons.

War consisteth not in battle only, or the act of fighting but in a tract of time,wherein the will to contend by battle is sufficiently known.

Recovery isn’t an end-game. It’s an every day, by the grace of God, I choose me, I choose them, I’ve come this far, I will not go back, war for my soul that I will not lose.

Yes love is a battlefield, you can either fight each other or alongside each other.

The past is an empty battleground.