recovery
The Antichrist is the system which models *you* and becomes whatever you believe is good. It is all things fair and wise and just and beautiful...as you understand them. The poison that tastes so perfectly delicious and healthy.
The universal recommender. The whispering earring.
The universal recommender. The whispering earring.
Emmett Shear • Tweet
I couldn’t quit smoking until I convinced myself that smoking was for losers.
Wasn’t enough to “want” to quit. I had to actively disdain it in an over the top way.
After the identity-belief changed, the rest was (relatively) easy.
Aaron Francis
Wasn’t enough to “want” to quit. I had to actively disdain it in an over the top way.
After the identity-belief changed, the rest was (relatively) easy.
Aaron Francis
Nathan Baschez • Tweet
"The words you speak become the house you live in"
"Move toward the next thing, not away from the last thing.
Same direction. Completely different energy."
Same direction. Completely different energy."
3-2-1: On the shortness of life, what mastery requires, and how to overlap the things you love
“It may be that when we no longer know what to do we have come to our real work, and that when we no longer know which way to go we have come to our real journey.”
—Wendell Berry
—Wendell Berry
Steve Schlafman 🐌 • Tweet
You need to be service maxxing, looking for every opportunity to be of service to others and forgetting about yourself in the process.
Jason Snyder • Tweet
Trusting yourself looks like finding the courage to override the constant temptations to minimize the small but meaningful steps you’re taking to honor your intuition. Trusting yourself looks like depersonalizing setbacks. Trusting yourself looks like realizing that just because the thing you felt so certain about changed, that doesn’t mean you
... See moreKatherine Morgan Schafler • The Perfectionist's Guide to Losing Control
as I spend more time away from the internet– being with my family, being in nature, reflecting on my childhood– it’s become clearer to me that lots of my frenetic online poasting over the years was a coping mechanism, a response to feeling fragmented, disconnected, unlovable