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“Being in love is one of the only times when life is anything like art.” Having recently gotten engaged, I couldn’t agree more. Thanks to Tim for this gem. “Being religious about how you make your money is the quickest way to go out of business.” Yet another piece of advice that would have done me good about five years ago. From the brain of Gary Vee. “Childhood wishes often reappear…

“Automobiles are tools, not symbols of power and status.” Selling my car was one of the most liberating, joyful, satisfying moments of my life. This video helps explain why. “It’s not about a lot of people loving you from a distance, it’s about a few people loving you up close, and about those people being enough.” Amanda Palmer’s TED talk is inspiring as hell. Wish I could have watched it ten…

“All the bottles I threw into the ocean are coming back.” Not sure where this sentence came from, but it’s a nice window into the excruciating patience of self-employment. “Create a sense of before, during and after.” Fascinating interview with Julia Cameron, one of my writing heroes, on the fear of flying.  “Every little bit of hope you stumble across is real.” In Rob Bell’s audio book, someone asked him to define Christianity in…

A little dancing smile of satisfaction. Great passage from one of the few non-fiction authors  I still read regularly.  Every arrow points to the family. Says Carolla, almost daily. I couldn’t agree more. Every problem our society has can be traced back to the same, simple thing. Hang around long enough and you outlive the critics. Bob Lefsetz writes one of the few email newsletters worth reading, sharing and saving. Great…

A coward where it counts. This passage comes from the first fiction book I’ve read in a long time. Now my new favorite author. I wanted to change my operating system. From an outstanding interview with Derek Sivers on evolving your identity and living larger than your labels. Experts in every world except the real one. Brilliant offhand comment made by Bill Maher during his latest interview with Snoop Lion. …

I can’t tell if people are homeless or eccentric. Today I watched a woman on the train dig through a canvass bag of assorted trash, lime rinds, old newspapers and scraps of paper covered in chicken scratch. The critic in me wrote her off as crazy. The writer in me imagined her life story. The empath in me felt guilty for judging. The child in me kept watching to…

Some people collect coins. I collect sentences. Every day, I write down words, phrases, sentences and other language fragments plucked from books, articles, songs, art pieces, podcasts, eavesdroppings, random conversations and other sources of inspiration. You could say I’m a bit of a sentence junkie. Anyway, I feel compelled to share them. In no particular order, with no particular attribution, for no particular reason, here’s what I’ve inhaled lately: 1. There’s no…

Some people collect coins. I collect sentences. Every day, I write down words, phrases, sentences and other language fragments plucked from books, articles, songs, art pieces, podcasts, eavesdroppings, random conversations and other sources of inspiration. You could say I’m a bit of a sentence junkie. Anyway, I feel compelled to share them. In no particular order, with no particular attribution, for no particular reason, here’s what I’ve inhaled lately:…

Digital used to be the thing. Now it flows through all things. And yes, we’re more connected than ever before. But we’ve lost something along the way. Something meaningful. Something money can’t buy. We’ve lost a portion of our humanity. And unless we start expecting less from technology and more from each other, we’re going to plunge further down the digital rabbit hole into a painfully pixelated future. Face…

I’ve always known who I was, but I’ve never known where I belonged. And because that’s such a fundamental human craving, because the longing for belonging is a such huge part of what it means to be alive, when you don’t feel like you belong, you always feel like a piece of your life is missing. It sucks. Like an asterisk, there’s always this subtle undercurrent of notenoughness that…