Perfectionism, Paralysis and Painting
Every week I talk people into their dreams. Dreams to do something, to speak up, to do the thing everyone says is crazy, or to
Every week I talk people into their dreams. Dreams to do something, to speak up, to do the thing everyone says is crazy, or to
The other day I had a misunderstanding with my teenage son. It was a situation where from one moment to the next, we were both
I remember homesickness. I was maybe 10-11 years old and had gone to a summer camp. This wasn’t unusual, I had been to camps before.
“I felt like killing him.” “I could have wrung her neck.” “I wanted to punch him.” “I felt like jumping off a bridge.” What