posted on 06.03.10

And then, I met a whole bunch of other people just like me. Fourteen others, in fact, not including Pam and Charlie. And I was home.

What I learned from the weekend cannot be summed up here, it cannot be bullet-pointed, and it sure as hell cannot be expressed in any coherent way except by my life and my actions and the way my world makes sense again. I met people who, by their love and their creativity and their innate them-ness, reminded me and retaught me that we were meant to live in community.

We need each other, and not just because we get lonely. We need each other because you can’t always see how amazing you are, but I can see it. We need each other because I can help you, but I can’t help myself – I need you for that.

Love Lifted Me — antithete | a collection of awesome things, by a very caffeinated elf

posted on 04.03.10
posted on 04.03.10

It seems that we all wear superhero cloaks that are invisible to us, but totally obvious to everyone else. And as I think about it now, it seems that this is a really good thing - it helps to protect us from arrogance and it means that you need other people to be able to discover and reveal your superpowers - just another reason why honest, real intimacy with other people is such a sacred, powerful thing.

It seems that our life purpose is something that we both decide and find, as if we’re co-creating it with the universe. And it seems that its not a once-off event. It’s an improvised process of making it up as you go, and then making it up again, and again, as opportunities around you change, as your relationships change and as you change. It’s a live, growing, evolving thing that is shaped by you but also has some life of its own and surprises you with unexpected twists and turns.

How To Keep Moving And Creating What You Love When You Love Lots Of Things And You Don’t Have a Neat, Narrow Niche « Mine Your Resources

Le Love: prove posted on 04.03.10
posted on 03.03.10

They say, “Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

I say, “Bullshit.”

There will be work. It will feel like work, and you won’t necesarily whistle to it. But when you’re doing your own stuff—stuff that you thought up, that you believe in, that you dream about—work doesn’t feel anything like as bad. You know, in your heart, that you’re working on something you’ll have a long and happy relationship with. You also know that you, and not your jailer, reap the rewards for doing what you don’t want to do.

Doing that work creates energy instead of taking it away.

Year of Hustle: Plan, Build, Ship, Market, Earn, Iterate

you have a right to be here posted on 23.02.10

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