Tag: ego

Shape-Shifting: The Identity Crisis of Pregnancy

I’m 18 weeks pregnant. They say my baby is the size of an artichoke. Weird unit of measure. Later, my pregnancy app will tell me it’s the size of a coconut, and then a grapefruit. Either my baby is shrinking, or these app developers don’t know what real, unprocessed fruit looks like. The coconuts in my back yard are 3… Read more →

To the Introvert Suffering Through Another Party

Sexy black top, jeans, make-up, and flip-flops: I was all dolled up. All dolled up for a little desert town in Baja, that is. It was the first night in weeks that there was an event on. Summer had come in Todos Santos, which meant insufferable temperatures, an utter dearth of things to do, and a fleeing of 50% of… Read more →

Travel and Our Sense of Identity

Recently I read a blog post by my friend, John Leonard: Thinking About Poverty As I Travel. His take on the situation is “You create what happens in your life and you get what you are looking for.” You can read the article for an explanation (it’s on a great travel website – I recommend getting lost in its pages… Read more →

To Be or Not To Be…A Label

“A month on a boat does not a yachtie make,” he informed me. “If you want in, you gotta earn it!” An acquaintance of mine – a yacht captain – had responded to the title of my last post – half joking, half not. And fair enough – I’d never seriously label myself as something after only doing it for one… Read more →

Make Your Work Your Lover, Not Your Porn Star

These days there’s a lot of talk about establishing our niche in the business world, living an authentic life, finding our inner power, and making money doing what we love. Does anyone else feel like the majority of it is pretty masturbatory? I mean, I’m a BIG proponent of all these things, but I’d like to point out a slippery… Read more →

Holding the Space

My grandfather used to say there are two kinds of people: one kind walks into a room and shouts “Here I am!!”; the other walks into the room and says “Ah, there you are!”. I actually think he danced the line between the two, walking into a room saying, “I’m so happy you’re here! I’ve come to give you a… Read more →

Humility (or, Stop Being an Asshole)

Bite-Sized Boot Camp for the Soul, Month 1 It’s time to face the music: I’m an asshole. Or at least, I can be. It’s funny how the things you love the most can bring out your ugly side. My relationship with Noel and with Mexico has made one thing crystal clear: I need to be more humble. For Month One of Bite -Sized… Read more →

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