You’re wasting your energy trying to “deal” with things that have no payoff other than making you utterly unhappy. Why not channel that energy into making things better?
And I mean, like (never) ever.
There will always be a reason not to follow your dreams. And every single one of those reasons will be bullshit.
You can’t always be super-duper awesome. Here’s the key to REALLY making forward progress.
[Part of my mission to “live deliberately” involves ruthlessly cutting out anything that saps my time, energy or money to no good end. I’m calling these things my “Quits,” and this is one of the many items that have found themselves on my Quits List.] Today’s Quit is a little different than the way […]
Your dream won’t wait forever. So what are you going to do about that?
Any writer knows the mysterious and miraculous process: You have a big project to work on, and you don’t have the words. It’s not even that you know what you want to say but aren’t sure how to say it; you don’t even know what the hell you want to be communicating. Total and utter […]
It’s that time of year again. The time when I find myself staring longingly at the steps outside City Hall and the railings in the park and wishing I could propel myself off and over them like Spiderman. It’s American Ninja Warrior season, kids, and Cordelia is hankering to be a parkour badass. Grover Arms […]
Today CCIQ returns with a special guest post by Eric Lunsford of Coffee & Warm Showers, which I had to have the instant I read it. Because it’s so urgently true, and a great way to kick things back off. There’s something about the snooze button that’s comforting. Your life is turned upside down […]
Don’t let them tell you you’re being too sensitive or too serious. These things matter. They matter like crazy.
There’s something that refuses to give up and go away no matter how many times you ignore or postpone it. There’s a reason for that: It needs to be done.
credit: sun dazed (license) Sometimes I think it would be easier to just quit my job tomorrow and trust myself to the hands of fate. To sell all my worldly possessions and live in a teeny studio with only a Foreman grill, a roll of TP, and my idealism. I don’t think my husband or […]