One of the greatest deceptions we can fall victim to is the lie that we should need someone else in our life in order to be complete. We are set up waiting for Mr. or Mrs. right to come along so that we can begin our life and be truly happy.
Reflect on the lessons you've learned recently. Reflect on what you might want to change. Reflect on how you might bust out of your comfort zone to get there. Be imperfect. But be real. Know that's the best way to be. And know that, in the end, it will all be fine.
Once I started healing on a spiritual level, my energy came back. I changed jobs. I moved. I got back into the yoga studio. I allowed myself to be in a relationship with someone who loved and supported me.
What is it about millennials that makes us constantly forge happiness? I have faith in my generation. If we believe that we can break free from social media mania and adjust our lifestyles to reflect authenticity instead of deceit, we might be able to admit that life is not perfect.
Knowing Wicked as I do, it is impossible to ignore the soul of Elphaba resounding through the kingdom of Arendelle, permeating Elsa's words and actions in Frozen. Elsa and Elphaba both come to symbolize the need for each of us to embrace our individuality.
The key to happiness is in not caring what anyone else thinks of you on any level at all, and in not comparing your life to a dream, a fantasy, someone else's life or a perfect imaginary situation that you somehow insisted into your life as something that must be -- or all is lost.
It's unfortunate that gay men with an unhealthy body image can ultimately hurt our shared commitment to individuality and the wider perception of our community. We have failed to challenge the many reasons that we suffer with an unhealthy preoccupation with the physical.
In this view, our selves are far more extensive than we've been led to believe. They extend beyond our own bodies to include what we think of as other selves and the world. We live in the minds of others, and they in ours.
The word "self" carries strong connotations of autonomy, individuality, and self-sufficiency. It's as if it were chosen to mask our interdependence. It's hardly an exaggeration to say that in buying into this notion of selfhood, humankind got off on the wrong foot.
It is tempting to think of the self as simply a home for the identities we adopt over our lifetime, but on reflection, this, too, falls short. Our self is also the source of the identities that sally forth as our proxies.
To build healthy individuality, we must undertake the task of understanding ourselves and our feelings. This involves self-disclosure. For us to truly understand ourselves, and to stop being concerned about others' opinions of us, we ought to be able to disclose what our true beliefs are.
I have a bigger moustache than your father, higher heels than your mother and I'll steal your girlfriend if you call me "faggot" one more time. Lock up your daughters, shoes and handbags, because Conquistador is coming to town.
We are evolving before our very eyes. I'd like us to consider that -- instead of bewailing the lack of leadership in our culture -- we should treat this phenomenon as we would if we, or someone we loved, lacked a certain skill. Compensate. See the positive.