"I never want to go to sleep," she gasped with wide-eyed enthusiasm. It was like her whole being expanded, full to the brim with life. "I just have so much I want to do before I die." She was at

Every once in a while me + The P.I.C. allocate a little cash to give away. It's an extension of our "Happy Money" practice--feeling thankful for everything down to pennies that cross our path, and in

I felt stressed when I let the dishes accumulate to the point of not being able to see the sink's stainless steel bottom. Or when I left projects unfinished. Laundry, unfolded. Wispy nebulas of dust a

It's a rare day in Vegas when I can see my breath billowing out in clouds of perspiration and the mountains are made invisible by a solid sheet of white. The sky is wrapped in a fleece blanket. Spatte

I used to think productivity was packing every spare moment with self-development. Ceaselessly producing, networking, making, generating. Writing a daily list so long I felt rushed before I even start

You're in a relationship when you show up with ALL of youself: The Good. The Bad. And The Heinously Ugly. When your partner does the same. And you love each other obscenely, impractically and resilien

Fulfillment is a free flowing state that can be tapped at any time. Instead of bucking life's current, get still enough to feel what's already there. Soaking and spongeing. Then emanating. In and a

There's no difference between small victories and big wins, merely a label of size. Celebrate now. Celebrate then. Relish the in-between.

It was the second time the seeds wouldn't sprout. "They're a no-go, Babe," he told me over the phone the first time. I'd been away and left care instructions to see them through to proliferation. "I

I ran my hands over dreaded hair, thick and formed. A matted reminder of messiness in process. With scraggly offshoots at the ends and the muddy brown of my natural color swallowing the blonde of a dy

I bent up with an "Ooooof!" of pained confusion, only to see my cat's hindquarters fly off the bed. He had readied for launch from the window ledge above my unknowing, slumbering body and catapulted h

The washing machine broke, then my cat threw up. It was one of those days. But did it have to be? I didn't want to plow along on this battered trajectory, halted by each new tiny disaster that ridd

The first words after a long silence are a humungous . . . relief. A smile banana-s my face into a masterpiece of happy wrinkles and I rock with a quiet chuckle at this game I play. Of putting it off.

I'll weasel my way out of most anything that makes me feel genuinely good. Pretty much all of the things easily accessible, totally doable and richly fulfilling - I'll make some flimsy excuse to brush

Let's be friends on Facebook so we can tally each other's lives. I'll send you a friend request. You accept. Then we'll be "connected." Maybe I'll ❤️ a pic quote or leave a "😎🏖👏🏼" on your vacati

He pulled the covers down, exposing his back to the open air. I tugged them up to my chin, with an extra blankie on top for psychological comfort. He was meticulously organized, socks so perfectly st

June is an enchanting month where I can count four stars from my patio and I question everything about my life. In the dark, quiet hours that are slighly cool and birds chirp past midnight, I take sca

The P.I.C. ordered a work-approved pair of sneaks called Saratoga Canvas. They strived to be Vans with a haughtily thick material, simplicity of design and classic-car red dye. But they had been pump