With emotional intelligence comes the understanding that between the stimulus and the reaction exists your power to choose.
I choose messy hair over tidy rooms. I’d rather wake up honoring that feeling I get in my gut when it tells me something’s not right for me.
And when we do choose, we need to make no apologies for those choices. I’ve got years of fear and guilt I’m living under.
The goal is your direction, not your destination. The goal is a mission that you are on, a path that you follow. Whatever comes from that path -- whatever treasure you happen to find along this journey -- well, that’s just fine. It is the commitment to walking the path that matters.
Do you feel you deserve a raise? Ask for it. Do you want to take that girl on a date? Ask her. Do you want to go to another restaurant because you hate the one they suggested? Ask them. It can be big, it can be small, but deep down, you know what you want, so you might as well just go for it. ...
I chose to fill my void with what I loved before I lost myself in the fuck-boy abyss. I chose to spend time traveling, reading, exploring different spiritualities, meeting new people. I chose to live for myself, and abandon my Disney-induced little-girl dreams. I chose a fairy tale in which the ...
Do I throw away the egg, saying: No, I wanted a bird? A bird of paradise And not this round brown thing Do I miss out on the big picture Because I am in pursuit of perfection?