Five Star's 281st Great Blog Roundup Is Brought to You By Guy Kawasaki
This week's Five Star roundup is brought you by dropping a deuce, learning to be ruthless (kind of), fat nostalgia, actively seeking self-acceptance, the end of humankind, loosening up, moving on after heartbreak, and Guy Kawasaki:
Ambitious failure, magnificent failure, is a very good thing.
— Guy Kawasaki —
Happy Wednesday! Here is your week's good reading.
Anyway, this particular stranger said, “You know, Arby’s has a creamsicle milkshake.”
Now I was at the dog park in Carrboro when this happened, and if you’ve ever been there, you know there’s an Arby’s, like, a quarter of a mile away. And I was like, Fuuuuuuuuuuuck this place — I’m out. I loaded up my dogs and headed for the drive-thru.
In person, he is not a mixture of anything, he IS Katharine Hepburn. In short, he is simply not my type. He is Spencer Tracy’s type. I wish that I could just go ahead and tell him this. But, I am new to the dating scene and have not learned how to be ruthless.
The longer I’m thin, the more in love I fall with the fat body I once had, and with the woman I was before I lost my weight. I’m the luckiest person I know, in large part because my personality and perspective were developed in the context of being a fat woman.
…I was afraid to have people see my paintings… and then see me. I was afraid to represent myself as a strong and talented artist because I feared being rejected because of my weight. As if one thing has anything to do with the other.
Adam was quiet for some time. Eve glanced in his direction and noticed a Kindle in his hands.
“What are you reading?” she asked.
You are a scientist. He was a discovery, a whole new species. Name him in Latin. From here on in, refer to him by only his binomial nomenclature. It hits you then that you weren’t even in the same genus. Hell, you weren’t even in the same kingdom.
Each time I come to my mat I am amazed at how long it takes me to join my physical body in the present. And once I am fully present in that stark yoga studio, tears often come. Like buried bulbs, my emotions unfurl in the warmth of my attention.
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