I Spend Far Too Much Time On

Sometimes It Can Be Useful To Read Your Bad Reviews.

I Surround Myself With Women Who Inspire Me To Be More Ambitious, And Who Constantly Astonish Me With Their Magnetism, Style, And Smarts.

A Friend Of Mine Urged Me To See My Pain As An Opportunity. And Since The Same Psychic That Contacted Dion Fortune Had Told Me That I Was A "teacher" - She Didn't Mean At Columbia, She Meant In The Spiritual Sense - I Decided My Affliction Was The Universe Telling Me That It Was Time To Stop Writing Fiction And Become The Spiritual Guru I Was Clearly Meant To Be.

I Think What Can Be Most Shameful Or Embarrassing Is When Our Bodies Broadcast A Secret We'd Prefer No One To Know. This Is Why I Hate Rashes, In Particular Face Rashes.

We're Taught To Find The Antecedents To Our Adult Failures In Childhood Traumas, And So We Spend Our Lives Looking Bacwards And Pointing Fingers, Rather Than Bucking Up And Forging Ahead. But What If Your Childhood Was All A Big Misunderstanding? An Elaborate Ruse? What Does That Say About Failure? Better Yet, What Does That Say About Potential?