Bite-sized Wisdom: Hellman

In the midst of creating new patterns for yourself? Make sure you have the first ingredient.

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“Things start out as hopes and end up as habits.”

- Lillian Hellman

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A Culture Where Guilt Doesn’t Exist

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What would it feel like to banish guilt from your vocabulary? To remove it and replace it with words that are action-oriented? What change may come from taking away words that no longer serve you?

I feel guilty

I should do that

I don’t want it

It can never happen

Little adaptations make for big change.

If the Road is Life, Patience is the Best Travel Companion

We are charged to play the pieces we are given in life.

Like a thousand-piece puzzle of only clouds, we arrange and rearrange images with promise,

Only to come undone as we force a four-pronged segment into a home built for two.

“How tiresome” we say, irked by the challenge of completing a task so daunting, so detailed.

But the pieces? They’re all there. That perfect end-result? That is there too –

A reward for those who lend their eye to detail, who worry not about the concerns of time.

“It will get finished.”

So continue on. Rotate those small parts through your anxious fingers until they find their place.

For to abandon your work halfway through, is to give up your chance to finally see the sky.

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Bite-sized Wisdom: Simon

If it’s been a while since you’ve done something for the very first time, challenge yourself to find a new way. You never know what  surprise it may bring.

“If no one ever took risks, Michaelangelo would have painted the Sistine floor.”

- Neil Simon

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Have to Let Yourself Down in Order to Rise Up

As you sit suspended, halfway between a thought and a feeling,

You keep your eyes level, unwilling to let your glance take in the depth below you.

You fear that its chill may stall you, its bottomless shadows may swallow you whole,

So you dangle midair above its vastness.

Easy to return, you think, but you’ve come this far.

Echos of “I can’t” seem deafening although no one speaks.

But as you breathe you find a new reserve -

A hidden store of courage, tucked away behind doubt and worry.

You inch yourself down into the darkness and take in its musk

You fill your lungs with all the things that scared you and plunge deeper into the crevasse.

And even as your feet find their footing beneath you, your eyes can still find the light above.

No unhappy end, just newfound fearlessness that propels you up again.

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