In my dad’s obituary, I wrote that he was "probably the nicest man you’ve ever met." Someone told me I should have never written "probably" because Marc Butler was undoubtedly the nicest man he’d ever met.
In yoga, there's a concept known as "releasing into." It's what we aim to do when we get into poses that are uncomfortable. We focus on breathing and "send the breath" to the places we feel tension and discomfort whilst trying to settle in beyond the resistance. We can apply this same concept to our lives.
Women apologize a lot. And often for things out of their control or which frankly aren’t offensive. So I’m waging a bit of a one-woman campaign against unnecessary apologies amongst my girlfriends.
I read something recently: whatever choice you make, it will be the right one because it’s the one that will move you forward in your journey. It will change where you’re at right now by creating new circumstances for your life, and those circumstances will be precisely the ones you’re supposed to occupy.
My mom read this excerpt from the children’s book The Velveteen Rabbit at my grandma’s funeral: “Real isn't how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It's a thing that happens to you… You become. It takes a long time. That's why it doesn't happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.”
I consider myself a feminist, and this question has long rattled around in my head: Can I be a feminist AND a Kid Rock fan?
In August of 2017, I lost my favorite person on the planet.