I confess to having moments where I thought I might be going too far.
Only now do I consider I might not have gone far enough.
Admittedly, I have been dragging my heels about launching promotions on TikTok for the new book.
My only solution — enthusiastically approved by the marketi...
The title caught my eye, then lingered in my imagination.
Since the day was already over-scheduled, I was trying to sprint through Barnes & Noble with blinders on and just get the one book I came for — but that’s never going to be possible for me.
I’m not sure why, but lately, I’ve been bing...
This week I had an incredible new idea, but I honestly couldn’t tell if it was genius or heatstroke.
It happened midway through a Hot Yoga class, one where the room hovered around 106 degrees.
And it came right after an emotional avalanche.
Twenty minutes in, the studio co-owner’s voice start...
Something was definitely off.
The phone call left me worse off than before.
Because I was already out of sorts before the conversation, it wasn’t easy to trust my intuition (this month’s theme; meditation HERE) about the matter.
I’d finally reached an attorney on the phone — someone who was u...
The stakes are remarkably low — but even so, I would encourage you not to cheat.
It was the perfect manifestation of something I’ve been pondering all week.
Namely, whether Intuition — this month’s theme, meditation HERE — is akin to a muscle we can strengthen.
And now, here’s a chance to tes...
I admit my Tale of Three Trapped Mice has a ring of folklore about it.
It is not, however, a newly discovered Aesop’s Fable, but rather an extension of a phenomenon I’ve seen frequently, more often with humans.
Namely, three different responses to the same set of circumstances.
Most impo...
Lately, I’ve found that the lines between truth vs. fiction and life vs. art are getting even blurrier.
Take, for example, last weekend’s hike with Vlad and a wonderful creative client.
Although we’ve worked together on her five-book children’s series over countless Zoom sessions, we w...
It was already not a great morning.
My favorite pair of sunglasses simply fell apart on the way to my barber.
I’d made an online appointment the day before — or so I thought — for a 10 am haircut before doing a noon video podcast interview for the SGR Journal.
Instead, his shop was myste...
It was a singularly hilarious deflation of my ego.
The day began promisingly enough, inspired even.
I had drawn the Angel of Purpose from my deck, an image of an angel climbing a mountain.
I journaled extensively about related thoughts, defining my own heroic mission for the day:
Launching...
