I was just being honest. For all of you who worried about me, thank you, but i think your energy could be better spent somewhere else. It’s not that i don’t appreciate you caring, I just don’t think my last email said anything alarming. It was just regular, real life, human talk. Speaking of real life, human talk, last night my minions and i were talking about faith, trust & belief. it was a beautiful conversation full of passion, curiosity and vigor. no one person had the best definition of any of these words, but each of us had experienced something

I hadn’t fucked up in a long time. Not really anyway. I forgot what its like… but now, i’ve just fucked up so bring on the memories. The shame, the self-debilitating talk, the feeling of disappointment not only from others but from myself, and thought after thought of wanting to go back and erase something. You don’t get to erase anything though. Life is interesting that way. All you can do it paint over what’s already there. Create from where you are. I’ve noticed this human tendency when we fuck up, we want to start over, but that is so

i’m on my first plane on my way home from spending a month in bali. four full weeks in the place between heaven and earth… shift happened. i didn’t even have to initiate the change, it just happened. taking myself out of my daily mix has always been revealing and healing for me. this is the third year in a row i have left home for a month. so many things happened. so many things i needed… i co-hosted my first retreat with Steph and Dan, confirming those two are my absolute favorite traveling companions on the planet.