Today I stood outside in the rain, and a young woman passed by, talking on her cellphone. "Are you kidding?" She said to the person on the other end. "I'm too busy being happy!"
Annie: Do you think human beings were meant to be so complicated?
I thought the cover of my magazine said, "Yoga Curses," but it actually said, "Yoga Cures..."
I thought I saw a sign that said, "Lesbian Walkway," but it actually said, "Pedestrian Walkway."
The intense desire to have a relationship, or a specific situation work out exactly the way you want or need it to, is a form of perfectionism and control. It creates a tunnel vision around your own reality that keeps you at a distance from the world unfolding around you. It clouds your ability to see things the way they really are.
... this is how it works
If we can make sense, we can make choices, and if we're open, we can evolve. But who we are rarely changes. I'm older now, more confident now, I love deeper now--but who I am, for the most part, is who I've always been.
I'm attractive, sometimes maybe beautiful, but only when I'm inspired by love have I ever been radiant.
When a relationship ends, it feels as if the one you loved has set sail, and they carry on board all the love you had. But that love already belonged to you, long before you ever met--it was just accepted by the other, and reflected back.
A lifetime ago, I sat in the same room I'm sitting in now, listening to the same song I'm listening to now. Full of anticipation, love and hope, I felt sixteen the moment I ran to the door and saw him darting up my stairs. He also felt sixteen, full of anticipation, love and hope.
Annie: "When I went to get my braces, I was so nervous, I almost crapped myself!"
When I was a girl, I waited to be grown. When I was grown, I waited to be loved. When I was loved, I waited for more, and when I found more, I waited for something whole. When I found something whole, I found myself still waiting--still waiting for something more.
Not long ago, I was with a man who called me a Goddess. He told me there was no one more beautiful, more wonderful, more lovely than I. We were like drug addicts together, and our drug of choice was romance.
I was saying yes, but I was saying no. I was seeing clearly, but I wasn't seeing far. I wanted to be loved, but I wanted it in writing. I opened my heart, but I forgot to surrender.
I'm the same girl I was before, but not the girl I used to be. I'm the same woman I've always been, but not the woman I once was. I've been running toward freedom my whole life, and running from life since the day I was born, and I know that if I stop running, I will find freedom, and if I stop seeking shelter, I will find my home.
How nice it would be to come home to someone who was happy to see you, who wanted to make you a drink, or a sandwich, or fall asleep with you after a long day.
I want cigarettes and red licorice to be good for you, martinis to make you feel as happy in the morning as they made you feel last night. I want little girls to know their value, and little boys to know their beauty--I want an apartment flooded with light, and a really good book to read. Oh yeah, and I want love. Gotta have me some love.
Annie: "When we get home, can I wash my room with Windex?"
Whatever words we utter should be chosen with care, for people will hear them and be influenced by them for good or ill.
Annie is like a melody in my head, and sometimes I like listening to the music she listens to... just because she listens to it.
I suppose that all my life, I've been looking for a man who has integrity, who is mentally strong and emotionally sound. A protective man with youthful eyes and a playful nature. A man who expresses himself honestly and respectfully, and who doesn't expect greatness from me because he already thinks I am great.
I stood in the sun in the cold, and saw a blue gumball next to my shoe. An old Chinese man crossed my path, and a tall woman walked a furry black dog. I was listening to music, and as I looked down at the gumball, then up at the sky, I knew that everyone was listening with me.
My father died on February 16th, 1996. This past February 16th was the first one since then that came and went without me remembering. I only remembered it just now, when I spotted the date on my calendar. I also just realized that I no longer think of him every day, a thought that startles and saddens me.
I'm having a new romance. It's the most intense, and honest, and loving experience I have ever known--and it's with myself.
It's great to be with someone who wants you to be better than you are, and greater to be with someone who wants you to be just as you are.
Of all the symbols in the world, the swastika is the most horrendous. As the logo for Hitler's Nazi movement, it will forever smack of evil. But it didn't used to be that way. In many cultures throughout history, from the Greeks to the Hindus to the Native Americans, the swastika was a representation of the sun's path across the sky, and was regarded as highly auspicious, even a good luck charm. Can you think of a more modest equivalent of this phenomenon in your own life, Leo? A formerly wonderful thing that got spoiled somewhere along the way? The coming weeks will be a good time to determine whether you could redeem and rehabilitate it.
I'm growing up, developing new muscles and a thicker skin, but my heart is still precious territory.
This song is for my friend Tai--who I've known almost all of my life, and who I miss all of my days.
Gave a massage, had Margaritas, straightened my underwear drawer, covered my daughter in down.
Whatever becomes of us, he has taught me more about myself than any man ever has. And what I've learned, makes me want to come out of hiding.
Sometimes I feel like the craziest person I know, but I suspect I'm one of the sanest. After second paycheck, hair cut and colored. I know what love looks like when I look in his eyes. Gonna get me those black boots.
Dreamed of owning thigh-high boots, edited video footage of prostitutes, and sang Won't You Come Home Bill Bailey with an old man in front of a candy store.
The sunflower is one of the most resilient of all flowers. But even a sunflower needs to be fed in order to grow.
When I walk down the street toward home, I often see him standing outside, deep in thought. Sometimes I call out, and sometimes I just wave. Sometimes we embrace, and sometimes we kiss. Sometimes we hold hands and say nothing, because there's nothing to say. And sometimes I just keep on walking, and pretend I don't see him at all.
While listening to an old favorite, I am Helplessly Hoping for another moment of peace.
