“I don’t want to look like someone would be lucky to have me, I want to look like someone would be lucky to survive me. I don’t ride the wind; I am the wind and I am carving my topography with brushstrokes both delicate and bold.

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I want her to have a heart like an ocean: endlessly vast, full of wonder, and navigable only by the brave.  I want her to wake up in the biggest, empty bed and stretch like a cat, taking all the space just because she can.”

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“This is my life’s work. This is my legacy. This is what I am leaving behind.” said a client during a conference call last week.

If that doesn’t rattle your bones, what does? (Look for that, endlessly.)

Goals: (1) Always acknowledge “that” (2) Find “this” 

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Dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body. 

—Walt Whitman

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She walked towards me with a fire I myself had never known — a fire men don’t just put out unless she wants them to.

Let me tell you something: there is nothing more irresistible than the anticipation of something beautiful.

christopher poindexter

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Happy to join you from the south.

Tonight, I start my yoga certification.

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