Ours was the home friends gravitated to. Where the door was always open and some homemade delicious meal to feed an army was baking in the oven. It was a place in which it was impossible not to feel a heart full of love and peace.
Our power is that deep self-acceptance of living for ourselves. Quit living for someone else, in search of their praise. You’re doing it right -- you’re going to be just fine.
They said, go down and make miracles Make this world a better place Don't waste what we gave you Don't squander your talent And I don't know about you But any magic show I've ever seen Happened fast, faster than my eyes could believe And I think, I'm here to make magic, create change
I got on stage and told the hundred-plus people in the audience the story of my heart. How it felt growing up. How it felt to get a pacemaker. How it felt to keep my story inside. And this honest truth: that sometimes it’s easy to love my heart, and sometimes it’s not.
A deliciously alive, broken open heart is a revolution. And it is what you are for, as a human being. Your torn open and glistening heart is a wild, throbbing portal to aliveness, to living a life with your own freaky artistry. Imagine that.