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Sometimes I just want everything to fuck right off. I don’t always *want* the drama, the stress, the WORK of having to process and manage every goddamn feeling and energetic exchange. Sometimes I want to numb and distract and cope, instead of explore what’s going on beneath the surface,...
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I canceled plans and rescheduled meetings, and it was FINE. No one freaked out. Nothing imploded. Everyone was chill about the fact that I was sick and desperately needed to rest. And yet, prior to canceling plans and rescheduling meetings, I agonized. Will they be upset? How will this...
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I don’t believe that love is all we need. I need honesty. Loyalty. A shared value system. A willingness to talk about the hard things and stick around when things get messy. I need ride or die people in my life, and that’s not just about love. I don’t...
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Throughout my childhood, I was teased and bullied quite a bit. Being one of only two Persian kids at my elementary school (my sister being the other), my ancestry and name (among other things) were the source of many playground taunts. Growing up in LA in the 90s—during Desert...
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Damnit this week has been hard. Yes, I know it’s only Wednesday—I said what I said. This. Week. Has. Been. Hard. I feel exhausted and depleted on every level. Everything is messy and in various states of disarray. I don’t have any answers, just an endless string of questions...
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I hope that you’re having fun with your body. And if that’s not yet accessible to you, I hope that you’re learning to heal within your own skin—to reclaim that which belongs to you, and only you. And above all, I hope that you feel both supported and autonomously...
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Have you ever wanted something so badly, while simultaneously believing that you can’t have it? That you’ll never “get there?” That it’s just not possible for you? I got my first muscle up at 35 years old, with absolutely no gymnastics background, and two herniated discs that sometimes inhibit...
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Sunday morning, 0845, I opened my eyes and drew the curtains to wash the bedroom with late morning light. I slept until I felt like waking, made coffee, and then proceeded to lounge around in my robe and do absolutely nothing for the next few hours. In our perfectionist...
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You’re allowed to feel your own damn joy. It might feel foreign. Or selfish. Or scarce. Or indulgent. Or uncomfortable—at first. Maybe you’re unaccustomed to joy because you’ve been steeped in shadows. Maybe you’ve seen too much pain. Maybe joy reaches out for you and you stand firm with...
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Five years ago, if you’d told me I’d be reading tarot for a living, I would’ve laughed right in your face. A lot can change in five years, five weeks, five minutes. Five years ago, for example, I didn’t know I was marrying a sociopathic, abusive narcissist who would...
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