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Hope is like the Ego,
You gotta strengthen it
and then you gotta let it go.
Wake up each day,
assess your current reality,
accept that state of being,
and move forward with confidence.
Forgive yourself
what you didn’t do yesterday,
learn from it,
and quit your goddamn whining.
Nobody wants to hear THAT.
HOPE can be bad for your mental health,
it’s presence says:
I’m not ok today,
but maybe I will be tomorrow.
That’s bullshit.
BE HERE NOW.
Give you some love, it’s a verb.
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Sometimes we don’t do something
that we REALLY want/need
to do in life
because we are scared
of what “they” will think,
how it will look to “them”.
It has been my experience
that “they” is really just fear.
“They” don’t exist.
“They” is MY inability
to muster the courage
to live truthfully.
People who love you
will go with the changes
you need to make
in your life
towards wholeness.
The hardest sentence
I ever learned to say was:
“I can’t do that and stay whole”.
The most effective sentence
I continue to use in life is:
“I can’t do that and stay whole”.
Those who love you want you to be whole.
All others? Fuck ‘em if they can’t take a joke!
jaj ajj aja
“They” will watch with respect
as you realize your dreams!
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http://blogs.ajc.com/peachbuzz/2009/09/15/the-local-hosts-a-text-message-marriage/ Great story in the AJC, PEACH BUZZ, about a wedding that happened last night at The Local.
FYI, the story happened in a completely organic fashion. I posted my Congratulations to Jon & Angel on my Facebook Page, and a friend, Rich Eldredge, writes for the PEACH BUZZ section of the AJC. A few hours later, wahhhh lahhhhhhhh
When thinking about the blog, where to go with it, what it’s purpose is, and what the focus of what “we” want to stir up is, ”we” came across the .us. Being Grant Henry and Sister Louisa, simultaneously, made me love the fact that there was an option for .us. Being not real smart, I thought it referred to “us”, as in “we”, later to find out it was meant to be “us”, as in United States. Actually, I don’t know what it’s real intention is?
Local Love, Local Flavor, Local Matches (shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh), Local Drinks (Atlanta’s Best Bartender shhhhhh), Local Food (the Best Wings in the Cosmos as voted by the people of the Cosmos), Fall off the Bone Ribs, and Lots of Laughs and basic Stupidity.
You know you belong.
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