Tell me about time wasted,
about how women's lives
have been lost
because of shadowed afternoons
turning into long-dark evenings
the sneaking heart devouring
as if eating cake
right from the box.
I am coming out. I have turned fifty, and I love Botox its kissing cousin Dysport. Both Botox and Dysport do the same thing—they get rid of what I personally find so annoying, those deep creases in my forehead and between my brows that seem to have appeared over night on that landmark birthday.
If we can resist the urge to reach for the security blanket of a cell phone, long queues offer a built-in opportunity to slow down, to practice mindfulness, to watch life unfold at its own pace, to practice gratitude, even to daydream a little.
A passion is worth pursuing for its own sake. Yet if you accidentally discover that people love paying you to do what you love, it makes it that much sweeter. In this post, Life Coach Dr. Susan Biali, M.D. shares the unlikely story of how an artist's whimsical drawings on her used coffee cups became coveted and celebrated fine art.
To accept your circumstances radically simply means that you do it from the depths of your soul and in every bone in your body. Radical acceptance of your loved one's disorder means that you acknowledge that you can't change the disorder, you didn't cause it, and you can't cure it.
It's noteworthy that human sexual suffering so often seems to involve narcissistic wounds, rather than simply missed opportunities for pleasure. The link between sexuality and ordinary human self-love is a deep subject.