When you’re flattened on your bed like a plastic bottle that has been in a road accident with a tanker, you see things quite differently.
They reject homophobia and the notion that being vulnerable, sensitive or soft is “not a guy thing.”
Not having drives us to never define ‘enough’ in personal terms and sets us on a dangerous path marked by an insatiable appetite.
The weight of expectations is a terrible thing that keeps one up at night like an alarm clock that cannot be silenced.
Reminders, mantras and kindling for personal revolutions.
A second life can be a pretty meaningful existence, even for the environment.
Maybe you’re addicted to always doing something. I’m right there with you. Here’s what I’m doing to stop myself.