My Creative Process

Nothing.

I feel like shit about this.

There is nothing.

I do other things, less important things, things I could give or take.

I feel like every task is time-wasting. I notice there are a lot of assholes around. I feel fat. I stop wanting to have sex…

The First Post I Ever Wrote

This is the first post I ever wrote for tryingtobegood. I called it Tina Fey Is My Hero. As we head into 2015 I thought I’d share a few of my beginnings with you. Here ya go!This Tina Fey book is all at once inspiring me and killing me. She is so much funnier than me when she writes about …

The Motherfuckers said No!

I got some news today. News I was not expecting. I was so sure that I was going to get different news in fact I planned my wedding around it. I planned my honeymoon around it and I planned my maternity leave around it. I just knew that I was going to get good news but you know what…the motherfuckers said no.
They denied me.
They disagreed with what I wholeheartedly and soulfully believed in.
So I am sitting here thinking-now what?

Yogi’s are the most disconnected and self-serving people I know.

…and I can say this because I am one. Not just a yogi, but also a yoga teacher with two certificates under my belt. You can call me the average Jane of Yoga, you can call me very generally entrenched in the community. I teach workshops, I fly to far away places to study with the teachers that inspire me. …

surprise! It’s all okay.

Sometimes after all the shit rolls down the hill and I think it’s all too much to bear and I have finally ruined everything for good-I remember to try to breathe or I crawl into a ball and close my eyes. All that is left inside me is goodness and light and I cannot deny the kindness of the universe. …

surprise! It's all okay.

Sometimes after all the shit rolls down the hill and I think it’s all too much to bear and I have finally ruined everything for good-I remember to try to breathe or I crawl into a ball and close my eyes. All that is left inside me is goodness and light and I cannot deny the kindness of the universe. …

The beginning and end of Walt Whitman

I celebrate myself, and sing myself, And what I assume you shall assume, For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you… …All goes onward and outward, nothing collapses, And to die is different from what any one supposed, and luckier.