When I first discovered spirituality, I thought I had found the answer to waging peace in the world. The idea that, at some level, we are all one, all united, all interconnected—this, to me, seemed like the idea that would
I’ve feared being too much, and for some people, I always will be. I am here to leave a legacy of truth, of telling the stories we can all relate to but fear sharing. This is my task. I am as afraid as I am in awe of it.
How overcoming my limiting beliefs about the value and importance of teamwork helped me grow as a human being and an artist.
For years, I’ve been working on cultivating acceptance and curiosity, and here is this little guru, who’s known about these things all along.
Instead of trying to eliminate my perfectionism and labelling myself as an overcritical, overanalytical overthinker, I’ve learned to put these patterns to better use.
No matter how much I’ve healed, I’ve continued to cry about the things that have wounded me. What changes is the reason I’m crying.
I lost something important, but in return, I gained wisdom, experience, and valuable lessons about myself and my journey.
Writing a book about self-awareness has helped me become more aware of myself. I am stunned and humbled by this. I am doing what I now feel is right.
After years of struggle between the part of me that wants independence and the part that finds comfort in codependent patterns, I have found a sense of freedom.
Succeeding once can happen by accident, but succeeding consistently is a matter of practice, dedication, and mastery. There’s a difference between building up my ego and building up my skills.