Please welcome Lindsay Fischer to #BeReal. On Reinvention, Releasing Reality and Whole-Hearted Living I’ve never felt more alive than the day I decided to take the screen off and be myself, releasing stuck pieces of reality from the filter used as my defense and watching the withheld, eager remnants descend in the very first pour.…
Please welcome Drew Sheldon to #BeReal. I couldn’t believe it when Hasty invited me to take part in #BeReal, I was quick to say yes. I was not, however, quick to write this. Writing has been quite a slog recently. The more I work at being real, the more I struggle to continue. I started…
Many years ago I bought my 7 year old daughter an Oragami kit. After dinner one night she decided to open it. She made me a cup and a paper airplane. I remember thinking to myself how fun it looked and asked her to hand me the Oragami book so I could find something amazing to make.…
Please welcome Alisa Schindler to #BeReal. It’s taken decades for me to really figure out what it means to be real, not because I was trying not to be, but because I didn’t know how. I spent a long time insecure and concerned with others’ perception of me. I spent a long time uncomfortable with…
A friend asked me if I had ever tried to meditate. I told him I had tried but my mind sounds like a crazy drunken concert crowd. Always loud. Always rowdy. He sent me some links to try and I tried. I fell asleep with a quiet mind. It was strange. This morning I woke up…
I am perceived and divided. You see me as bound by history. A set of experiences chaining me to the railway. Boundaries marked. Respect tried and failure too often won. Knots tied but carefully unraveled. I am but your servant. Your true beloved, And so much more as my duty has been sworn. Because of…
I started writing a Facebook post this morning that turned into a long dialog with myself. I decided to leave it there and finish it here. Why? Because it feels important somehow. Maybe not important in a way that will change or shape lives. But it feels like I might want to visit these thoughts…
People with depression will try to speak metaphorically about it. You will hear phrases likening depression to a storm, a roller coaster, falling down the rabbit hole, or dancing with demons. Metaphorically they are all accurate descriptions. Depression comes and goes like a storm. The length of the storm can vary and if it is…
The merry-go-round keeps spinning. I used to think life was a roller coaster with all its ups and downs but when I look back I see it’s really more of a merry-go-round that spins at different speeds. Merry-go-rounds are always more enjoyable when you have someone to ride them with. And then you need someone…
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