I'd like to think that it's something in the water that leads to all of these unique desert manifestations. Then again, maybe it has to do with the lack thereof. Next time you're looking for some inspiration, hit the dusty road and see what oasis awaits inside of you.
I first saw Jeff Goldblum in Paul Mazursky's "Next Stop Greenwich Village" in the mid-1970s. Instantly I was intrigued by this tall, angular man, whose eyes glowed with knowledge as if harboring a secret.
We tell our kids and teenagers all the time that they are special. We do. We tell them they are unique and we work to boost their self-esteem. We want them to be propelled into the world thinking they have advantages over others because of who they are. But what are the downfalls?
Being open to the unexpected, whether far away or at home, can catapult you into the present moment so you can snatch these opportunities for expansion, bringing you closer to who you are meant to be in this world.
We all have our ups and downs, make mistakes, and have regrets, but rather than succumbing to unnecessary comparisons and self-absorption, we ought to realize that our unique differences serve to further the discovery of our purpose, whether we know it or not.
Some hotels feature rather surprising minibar offerings -- we're talking walking sticks and 24-karat gold vibrators. It's enough to make guests pause in their perusal of the candy selection and say, "Wait, what?"
Not playing by the rules is dicey in suburbia where children are raised in a culture of uniformity. I don't let my daughter go to birthday parties at Chuck E. Cheese or eat cafeteria school food or watch television during the week. This makes her different. This makes us different.