I was thinking about the movie, The Man Who Knew Too Little. Bill Murray's character believes that all the dangerous and scary stuff going on around him is all pretend, just acting, so he's able to be

I went to the piano recital. It was more of a lecture than a recital, but it was nice. The pianist has been studying Beethoven for at least two years and traveling to Germany to examine his sketchbooks.

I'm going to a piano recital today. It's weird, I kind of don't know what to wear. I can probably wear anything since it's free. I'll try to look a little nice though. I keep imagining that I'll end up

I don't know what happened. I was doing fine, emotionally, for so long - yoga, meditation, walking and hiking throughout the winter. Now that it's sunny and warming I fall apart? It doesn't make sense.

Sometimes we forget we don’t need permission. We think that entitlement is a haughty and pompous word, but then we beat ourselves up because we feel we’re not entitled. But you are entitled… You’re entitled