Preparing for the voyage.

A few months ago I was doing some especially-badass and obscenely-challenging shiva spirals, flailing around like a madwoman. And when I was done, there were words in my mouth. It was like a secret message. A private mantra, just for me. And I have been attempting to...

Planning without planning.

There was a time (fine, whatever, most of my life) when I didn’t prepare for things. At all. I didn’t see the point. Thinking about whatever was approaching was stressful, and the dreaded doom of doom was going to happen anyway. Why bother. Avoidance...
The Fluent Self