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Cross My Heart or Suck My B*lls
I’ve been thinking a lot about The Rules lately. You know, The Rules that “help” you decide what’s right and wrong. The Rules that “explain” how you have to do this, or buy that, to ever have a chance to be beautiful, sexy, healthy, successful, or just plain average. The Rules that say you’ve got to listen to all the “experts,” go to college, and become a mindless drone in some big huge corporation that thinks your name is j88456. God forbid you want to have a good time in your 20’s. And forget fun in your 30’s or 40’s because your fucking 401k isn’t big enough yet. So just…
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Naked Inspiration, the Bare Essentials
Today I was reminded of how critical it is to pay attention to all the stuff you actually give a shit about. Otherwise you miss all the phenomenal experiences that life is trying to give you. (because sometimes it’s difficult to figure out what YOU care about when your boss, your peers, and the TV are demanding you do totally different things) So how do you know what is really important and what’s just bullshit? I started my day off by sharing this on Facebook: I’m going to quietly grumble in my cubicle this morning. :S (I couldn’t even manage to spell “grumble”) …and ended it by celebrating an evening…
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A Change of Heart to Keep My Promises
I have had a change of heart and yet, somehow, NOT a change of direction…. For the past month, I have been organizing my thoughts, analyzing patterns, defining the details and creating worksheets to help explain exactly what I mean by a Pattern Interrupt. But, I constantly felt conflicted about sharing this information. Not because I didn’t want to help people make meaningful, lasting change but because I was afraid it wouldn’t work for anybody but me. I’ve combed through my history many times (and the 20 or so journals that catalog it from as far back as grade school) and I can follow each pattern interrupt through to its…
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The Space Below Sadness
This week was hard. This week was bad. This week I had to face people in pain. People that I usually share In’n’Out fries with while shouting obscenities at the 49ers. People that I’ve been more than a little drunk-off-my-ass-and-still-got-home-safe with. People that have made a significant impact in my life. And now, they hurt. Their families hurt. Their reality hurts. Their world hurts. And I don’t know what to do. You see, I’m horrible at watching pain. Forget Hollywood movies and all that namby-pamby bullshit. It’s the real deal I’m talking about here. The kind of pain where they might have to crack open your chest to save you…
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Expose Your Layers
Last week, after a really long day at work, I came home with a problem. I realized that somewhere along the day, I’d let my ToDo list take over. I felt as if I was coated in the grime of working an 8 to 5 job, driving through LA traffic, picking up groceries, feeding the dog, cleaning the house, calling a client, checking my email, and on and on and on. For some reason, I couldn’t figure out how to stop focusing on all my ToDo’s, relax and just be myself. So during my pole improvisation session I decided to accept all of my “doing” layers and wear them like…
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Defeat Your Dragons with Sex Appeal
Some days life just SUCKS. You try your absolute best, but the world keeps piling on the crap, the constraints, and the accidents of fate that simply aren’t going your way. Maybe you wore a short skirt to a party on a windy balcony, maybe you broke your favorite pair of heels on a cobblestone sidewalk, or maybe the sprinkler system came on and fried your laptop right before a huge client meeting. Whatever difficulties you are having, it can feel as if the word “unlucky” is tattooed across your forehead. Everyone knows you are having a stream of bad luck and there is nothing you can do about it…..…
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Don’t Apologize for Pole Dancing
I don’t apologize for pole dancing. I don’t apologize for drinking green tea or choosing to eat sushi instead of a hamburger. I don’t apologize for enjoying R rated movies or doing the splits at the gym. I definitely don’t apologize for enjoying sex as often as I feel like it either. So if the world thinks I’m going to apologize for dancing around my living room with a shiny metal pole while wearing a bikini top and an itty bitty teeny tiny skirt.... Then the world should think again.
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Embracing Feminine Power
Penis Envy, Pshaw! This week has been a series of lessons about learning to respond to life as a woman, instead of a woman trying to keep up with the men in her life. After over 25 years in the “corporate” world, I’ve finally discovered that I don’t have to prove to my boss that my… ahem… member…. is bigger than his. I always thought that the only way to communicate with the difficult men in my life was to speak to them from their own level. I spent many years perfecting my ability to erase my femininity at work and replace it with a masculine facade that would give…
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Somedays The Dragon Wins
Somedays the dragon wins…. but today is just not that day. I refuse to let a little setback like my 9-5 job get in the way of my dreams. Instead, I’ll keep learning, keep searching, keep discovering, everything that keeps my passion for authentic feminine movement alive. Today I rediscovered my forgotten love of writing, and decided to combine my two passions into a weekly blog. No Matter Where You Go, There You Are –True Author Unknown A good friend of mine once told me that “No matter where you go, there you are.” And damn if I don’t think she’s right. The only person that will make your dreams…
