You probably don’t want to hear this. But you should.
All too often, I hear people says things that make me horribly, deep-down-in-my soul sad…
It’s all too easy to let your happiness fall to the whims of external factors . But ultimately, it all comes down to you.
You can’t compare your skills against someone else’s. All that matters is that you do what you were designed to do—and you do the everloving shit out of it.
Circumstances mean nothing. Limitations mean nothing. Obstacles mean nothing. It all comes down to you.
(This is a kickass guest post by Shanna Mann.) I was really excited by the message of the now-defunct “Impossible League” (brainchild of Joel Runyon). Kicking the ass of the so-called impossible? Right on! Finally, a group of people who will really celebrate the hard stuff and what it means to overcome. That was […]
How we approach everything–even piddly, mundane tasks–influences how awesome our lives can be.
No day will ever be without its distractions, emergencies, and other general pains in the arse. And the sooner you accept that, the better.
That little patch of life you think is all that’s out there for you? It’s an illusion. Here’s how to break free.
The philosophical breakdown of the meaning of my new tat. (Thesis: you can be Zen and still fight your little heart out.)
It is done. Eight ½ years after purchasing him—approximately 2 ½ years after making my last financing payment—Mortimer, my dearly beloved 2004 Hyundai Elantra, is taking a trip to go live with a friend of mine. (Which is a great way for the deal to go down, as a) I know he’ll be in good […]
I am a firm believer in the notion that you are only as lucky as you make yourself. And the way you make that luck is through a shit-ton of work, dogged optimism, and opening yourself up to the opportunities of the universe, even when the universe seems to be kicking you thoroughly in the […]
Perhaps it has something to do with growing up in a family with rather strong (ahem)…Southern Gothic tendencies. Or maybe it has something to do with being a writer and the resulting need to see every story through to its natural conclusion. So, when news of another tragedy hits my inbox, my world slows to […]
Six years ago, I loved nothing more than being the center of attention. Like a drug, I allowed the “high” of attention to intoxicate me. There was an inexplicable rush of excitement that came with being the life of the party, the guy whose name was on everyone’s lips, and the guy who had everybody’s […]
This is not going to be about resolutions, although I suppose you could call it a resolution, just like this whole blog, this whole project, this whole thing I’m doing called “trying to live right” is one big ongoing resolution. This about what “living right” really means. What living really means. This Sunday, New Year’s […]
They say that childhood, especially your school years, are the happiest years of your life. Often, I wonder who the hell “they” are and what “they” know. One of my most powerful memories of my childhood was going to see a Phil Collins concert with Mum and Dad in my first year of high school. […]
My name is Cordelia, and I am a hustleraholic. But not for long…
Somewhere along the way, I got so caught up in the Grand Master Plan that I forgot about the underlying plan for this blog. It’s time to correct that.
(Forgive me for the excessive length of this one, but I was feeling particularly philosophical/nostalgic.) Six years ago this past Saturday (Friday the 13th (ironically), 2006) was the infamous Buffalo “October Storm,” in which an unusual amount of early lake effect snow fell while the trees were still heavily laden with leaves—resulting in enormous branches […]
First off, infinite thanks for the incredible outpouring of love and support you all gave me on Monday’s post. I knew you guys would be awesome about it, but I can’t begin to tell you how much all your kind words and encouragement mean to me. I, lover of run-on sentences, TMI, and endless rambling, […]