For the solopreneur, the inspired creative, and oh right everyone who’s coming to WDS—you might, like me, be wondering what to bring. Business cards? Obvious (actually, where are mine… ::opens moo.com::). Notebooks? Check. Pens? Yup.
But, what could you be forgetting? What object lying on your bedroom floor will haunt you on the airplane, personifying itself in your head and chastising you for your forgetfulness?
(No one else has an inner critic that intense? Ok, I digress.)
Let me help.
Here’s the heat I’m packin’—plus, I asked WDS alumni the #1 must-have they brought in prior years. Take it or leave it (but at least leave it intentionally).
What to bring to WDS:
Continue reading What to Bring (and Not to Bring) to World Domination Summit 2014
I went to an intense yoga class with my teacher two days ago. Everyone felt it; I know this because he said toward the end: “Seven more minutes of class, guys.” And everyone laughed. Because damn, we were all wondering.
In the beginning of class, he shared with us something that resonated with him via one of his teachers, Erich Schiffmann:
In every moment, you’re either connecting to Source or reiterating the ignorance of the ego.
It danced over my skin when he said it.
Throughout class, I thought about it. I thought about how much I was seeing the appearance of ego in my own life lately, and in particular my relationship.
I had been making everything about me. I pointed out to my partner that even the simplest thing he was saying—she’s really really smart, for example—was triggering me. Wasn’t I really smart, too? Yes. Do I want to crawl into a shame hole for even admitting to thinking this way? Yes.
Continue reading Ignore Your Ego? Maybe It’s Worth a Listen
In 2014, I set intentions.
I am going to love harder, but not need hard love.
I am going to be fluid in a way that doesn’t belittle the beauty of discipline.
I am going to understand better my boundaries, my edges, my swinging pendulums, my centers.
I am going to let indulgence be just that, and take full pleasure in its fleeting nature.
I am going to be patient and hold my fire, knowing that holding it doesn’t temper me, but strengthens me.
I am going to know myself better, but not let that quest become an excuse for isolation and intolerance of others.
I am going to get out of my own way and allow myself to be incandescent.
I am going to let appreciation melt into reverence.
Happy New Year, everyone.
Hello! I am going to Spain in a few days and that is pretty much all I can think about. However, I managed to express something else in this video—what I definitely DO NOT mean when I say “live all of you.”
Plus, I share a beautiful note I received from Christian in China about the idea of living all of yourself (also a personal exercise in receiving praise, which I sometimes have trouble with).
In this episode, I talk about:
- How to receive praise
- The importance of expressing yourself
- What I don’t mean by “live all of you”
- Taking inventory of your feelings in the moment
- Giving gratitude for your side work (like Marie Forleo talks about: B Jobs!)
Next time: See you from España!
First thing in the morning (ok, after you have hot lemon water), you should do this: change your story.
I am someone who gets up at 7 a.m.
I am someone who wears scarves.
I am someone who rides my bike in Winter—and rocks it.
Change your story slightly. Mildly. Why so small? Because subtly shifting your energy changes your vibration, and lets the universe know you’re ready to allow new things to come into your life—big and small.
Continue reading One Thing You Can Do Every Morning to Shift Your Vibration | Avocado Mornings #5
(Sometimes, I write poetry. Here’s some.)
I want to loop
worlds with you, mine and yours,
the tulips and the thorns.
With you, I rise,
dough on your hands,
smiling at me, flour-lipped.
You lick me un-edged.
I want to play until this
life closes, walk out with you at dusk,
swings slowing “good-bye,”
Happy Thursday! It’s Avocado Mornings, Episode Three. This week I talk about why it’s important to renew your commitment to your relationship—or rather, your license to continue driving it forward (fun phrasing!). Read the post below, listen to me talk about it, or both.
Here’s the audio link (will open in a new tab): Renewing Your Relationship Driver’s License
You know that feeling when you first move to a city or travel somewhere, and everything around you is so vibrant, so checkered with possibility?
Then as time passes, the wonder starts to fade into the background. It’s like the way you start not seeing things in your home, like something on top of a bookcase or a painting on the wall. When you move out, you might not even remember these things until the walls are bare, because you can hardly see them anymore. They melt into part of a structure that you rely on. And, that you can take for granted if you’re not careful.
We get used to things. We accustom. And this I think, is the most important thing we need to focus on in relationships. In fact, I think it can single-handedly be responsible for killing great relationships.
Continue reading Renewing Your Relationship Driver’s License | Avocado Mornings #3
I’ve always enjoyed smelling people as they walk by, generally inside modes of transportation. Tight spaces, forced hallways. On trains, buses, planes. I inhale the waft they leave behind, the layers of their days. Their mornings, their showers, their indiscretions.
I generally like the smell of women more. When an intriguing woman walks by, I make my nostrils sive-like to distill her smell and form an opinion about her. Not so much men, women are the ones, licking at my nose, apple sweet.
Once, there was a Scorpio man I was in love with who was not in love with me, which at that time in my life was the only kind of man I could love.
I could smell him before he came into a room or after he left it. I don’t mean his cologne; I mean him. His being, his incense. His life, what he showered with, what he left on him from where he’d just been. I loved it. I loved feeling in tune with him, if only in this way. It made me feel poetic.
One day, I was walking down the hallway to my office and I smelled him. It always made my heart gymnastic; I went in, blood cooling after the swell. But, it seemed he wasn’t there.
Continue reading Scents of Crumbs of Days of Lives