In the months before my mom died she fell in love with a poem. This poem was called “Do It Anyway.” She asked if I would find a way to paint it up on her bedroom wall, and I told her that I would. I thought it sounded nice and totally planned on it, but of course life was busy…and I didn’t get to it. This was one of the many things that haunted me after her death. Here’s how I moved past this regret and remind myself to “do it anyway.”
Showing Up Flawed: How to Train Your Brain and Ditch Perfectionism
You do not have to be ready, an expert, or always be sure in order to share yourself or your ideas with the world. Imperfect selves and work are how we get to be the people (and have the lives) that we want. You’re going to get things wrong sometimes. You’re going to stumble, screw up, or just generally look like an amateur. I am too, and that’s the only really brave way to live life. By showing up anyway. But how do we actually do that?
What Firing My Life Coach Taught Me About Trust
What Rehab Taught Me About Surviving a Pandemic
Watching life turn upside down has reminded me of another time my world crashed down around me: going to rehab for drug addiction.
Though I’m the first to admit that dumpster fire was entirely my own doing, I can’t help but see some clear parallels between surviving that burn and this one.
Dare I say it, but rehab prepared me for this. And in case it can aid you to, I’d like to share a few parallels I’ve observed.
Ditch the Poopy Polar Express: How Watching Your Thoughts can Help the Post-Holiday Blues
Grief, Dogs, and Babies: What a Farting Dog Taught Me About Missing My Mom
Live the Life You Should Live: AKA Ditch the Crapball
Let's Talk About Death, Baby
These are NOT the Best Years of Your Life
What Being a Bad Comedian Taught Me About Confidence
Improvising for laughs came pretty naturally to me. I’d been shoving cupcakes in my face for the amusement of others since grade school.
I liked the spontaneity, the brashness, and the permission to be as weird as I wanted with a bunch of other weirdos.
But my improv career was over almost as soon as it began, because something killed it.