T$! I just wanted to remind you that you are someone special and you and your books got me, and I know a lot of others, through some of my most difficult times! And they still do! I have both books on my nightstand and have have read them so many times!!! They’re my bibles! You are my Coco girl!!! Keep glowing!!! Love ya
Oof I feel this one!! Over the last few weeks, a series of events have transpired that showed me some hard truths about a dear friend. It’s been so painful. My frenemy keeps popping up to say mean things, but it’s getting harder to believe her. This situation isn’t about me in any way, so even though my default is to believe Frenemy when she says I’m not worth knowing or worth having friends, I see so clearly that she’s full of shit. (Sorry, Frenemy. I love you.) This has been huge!! I’m sad at the loss of this beautiful friendship, but so grateful for the chance to see how far I’ve come in loving myself well.
I will never get used to the way you open an artery (veins lack pressure) and spill it onto the page.
And I will never stop loving the way you open an artery (veins lack pressure) and spill it onto the page.
The play-by-play as you process your default, and then move to *what you have grown into* is so very valuable to witness.
I had a similar experience recently. A promising lead for more attuned therapy yielded a first meeting that seemingly went well.
(I think you know what *sort* of thing is coming next.)
The next day, I received a call that was pure doublespeak. I was turned down as a patient for factors that *were fine the day before*. I sensed a supervisor had vetoed, or something of the kind.
And guess what was offered? Essentially something like a "few links," which a) I'd already tried, and b) sucked canal water.
As I hung up, my Frenemy pulled out his Fender Stratocaster guitar and performed a moving version of Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." You know:
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
But.
I used your numbers 1, 2, and 3.
And suddenly, I knew this:
This was F*cking LadyGod's way of saying: "This isn't the right place; this isn't the right therapist. You're doing the right thing trying, but not just now, not just yet."
Like with a job, or a relationship, or the military invasion of a neighboring country, the sooner you know, the less you invest, the less it hurts - in the long run.
So, T$. Someone who seems a good match, but proceeds to ghost, and then have *an assistant* give you the news - and that only when you follow up?
I'm thinking she's *not the right friend/mentor* for T$. You feel me?
F*cking LadyGod's got your back: "The right person is out there, and the right time is coming. 'Til then, keep T$ing your best every day."
And the *right* mentor/experienced friend will see your glow, and will be *so glad* to work with you.
I feel you had to be a writer/entrepreneur/advocate, don't you think? And in that sense - as hard as it was - perhaps it was for the best that CC ended?
I believe this is similar . . . the right person/people are on the way, after this disappointment.
You're putting so much love and wisdom out - for folks like us who really need those - for sure love and wisdom will reflect back to you.
I’m late in reading this one but it was absolutely needed. My annual job induced burn out has hit hard and my inner critic has been showing up. Before work today I made the list of things my inner critic is telling me and the reframing those thoughts into facts. I’m still feeling a fun mix of anxiety and exhaustion but I’ve at least been able to quiet the frenemy within for a little bit. As always, thanks for your honesty and for your words!
T$! I just wanted to remind you that you are someone special and you and your books got me, and I know a lot of others, through some of my most difficult times! And they still do! I have both books on my nightstand and have have read them so many times!!! They’re my bibles! You are my Coco girl!!! Keep glowing!!! Love ya
Thank you for reflecting that back to me :)
Oof I feel this one!! Over the last few weeks, a series of events have transpired that showed me some hard truths about a dear friend. It’s been so painful. My frenemy keeps popping up to say mean things, but it’s getting harder to believe her. This situation isn’t about me in any way, so even though my default is to believe Frenemy when she says I’m not worth knowing or worth having friends, I see so clearly that she’s full of shit. (Sorry, Frenemy. I love you.) This has been huge!! I’m sad at the loss of this beautiful friendship, but so grateful for the chance to see how far I’ve come in loving myself well.
Beautiful noticing, Katie!
I will never get used to the way you open an artery (veins lack pressure) and spill it onto the page.
And I will never stop loving the way you open an artery (veins lack pressure) and spill it onto the page.
The play-by-play as you process your default, and then move to *what you have grown into* is so very valuable to witness.
I had a similar experience recently. A promising lead for more attuned therapy yielded a first meeting that seemingly went well.
(I think you know what *sort* of thing is coming next.)
The next day, I received a call that was pure doublespeak. I was turned down as a patient for factors that *were fine the day before*. I sensed a supervisor had vetoed, or something of the kind.
And guess what was offered? Essentially something like a "few links," which a) I'd already tried, and b) sucked canal water.
As I hung up, my Frenemy pulled out his Fender Stratocaster guitar and performed a moving version of Green Day's "Boulevard of Broken Dreams." You know:
My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
My shallow heart's the only thing that's beating
Sometimes I wish someone out there will find me
'Til then I walk alone
But.
I used your numbers 1, 2, and 3.
And suddenly, I knew this:
This was F*cking LadyGod's way of saying: "This isn't the right place; this isn't the right therapist. You're doing the right thing trying, but not just now, not just yet."
Like with a job, or a relationship, or the military invasion of a neighboring country, the sooner you know, the less you invest, the less it hurts - in the long run.
So, T$. Someone who seems a good match, but proceeds to ghost, and then have *an assistant* give you the news - and that only when you follow up?
I'm thinking she's *not the right friend/mentor* for T$. You feel me?
F*cking LadyGod's got your back: "The right person is out there, and the right time is coming. 'Til then, keep T$ing your best every day."
xo,
Jack.
Love this. You’re dead on Jack! There will be a million other to “reject me” but I refuse to reject myself. Seems like you get that too!
> I refuse to reject myself
PREACH, T$!
And the *right* mentor/experienced friend will see your glow, and will be *so glad* to work with you.
I feel you had to be a writer/entrepreneur/advocate, don't you think? And in that sense - as hard as it was - perhaps it was for the best that CC ended?
I believe this is similar . . . the right person/people are on the way, after this disappointment.
You're putting so much love and wisdom out - for folks like us who really need those - for sure love and wisdom will reflect back to you.
The Universe has got your back now, Tara! :-)
And if the universe doesn't, I know YOU do, Jack :)
T$, I surely do. And I'm mighty glad that you know it! :-)
I'll see you by the side of the road in the Mojave. ❤️
p. s. Don't forget your jacket, T$. It gets chilly out there, at night. ;-)
Dolly forever!!! She always has impeccable advice. I just love her!
I’m late in reading this one but it was absolutely needed. My annual job induced burn out has hit hard and my inner critic has been showing up. Before work today I made the list of things my inner critic is telling me and the reframing those thoughts into facts. I’m still feeling a fun mix of anxiety and exhaustion but I’ve at least been able to quiet the frenemy within for a little bit. As always, thanks for your honesty and for your words!
It feels like I'm just starting my life when I read "Buy yourself the fucking lilies". Thank you for such beauty and therapy. I love you T$.
I can't afford a Chanel bag yet(not really a fan of bags), but I am going to buy myself some real pearls soon. I love you again T$