I was incandescent, even as I felt like I was dying inside. Fire requires oxygen to burn; my soul was fuel.
The living of an extraordinary life is in the reach of every single person. How? Just make the decision.
This afternoon, I sat in O’Hare airport for hours.
Here’s the thing: life is sort of a pretty dream, if you look at it the right way.
I went to my hometown salon this week, to see the stylist who had been taking care of hair (owning it, in his words) since I was in junior high, and we did something we’d never done before: We cut my hair.
Fire is the greatest alchemist the world has ever known.
Still waters are always the sign of something deep(er).