The past few months have left me feeling a strange tension in my stride. In one moment, a wonderful ease. In the next, an itch to sprint in a whole new direction.
But ease isn’t necessarily easy and sprinting won’t always get you where you need to go. It’s tempting to focus on your direction and your pace. But what about how you held your head on the way? Or how much gratitude you had for the scenery as you passed? Or how gracefully you maneuvered as the ground beneath changed? So maybe that tension is there for a reason, to keep you in check, to keep you in balance. As a reminder that you’re the only one who knows just how your legs work.
Because who knows where we’ll end up. And that’s sort of the exciting part about seizing a new opportunity. But there’s also a powerful humility in taking that next step bearing in mind the old phrase, “Wherever you go, there you are.”
Part of the modern ideology of love is to assume that love and sex always go together… And probably the greatest problem for human beings is that they just don’t.
I started watching this Masters of Sex show and this is seeming like it will be a dominant theme it will explore, which is very exciting.
"What I love about being in the band, is that the music that we make together is true, it’s genuine and it supersedes Progeria. So I don’t have to worry about that when I’m feeling so good about making music."