What goes into living a soulful, integrity-based life? Does it mean the total destruction of ego by revealing long-held secrets? Or the creation of a new identity without a storied past? What’s in a Name? explores the answers to these questions in reference to The Name Game discoveries.
For a commitment phobe like me, it’s hard to imagine being in a relationship that is built for the long haul. Yet, here I am, actively involved with depression, which has served as my +1 for many years. What more can I say other than it’s complicated?
It’s all fun and games till someone gets possessed, but is contacting departed souls always an exorcise in futility, or is it possible to filter for Caspers only? It doesn’t matter, I already know who I’m gonna call in the end.
I’m taking baby steps toward happiness and hopefulness; are your arms open to catch me if I fall? Don’t worry, I’m not packing; however, if you pick me up, it won’t be long till you bid farewell to your peace of mind as I take aim at the walls around your heart.
Squinting to make numbers function correctly does not a mathematician make; ask my high school math teacher who helped me see I needed long-range vision support. But these small gains in arithmetic didn’t grant me any clarity on what’s next. Where’s hindsight when you need it?
Pucker up, because positivity is ready to greet you with a big kiss at the door, but don’t look twice! These lips are made for talking, and they have quite a stay-in-place story to tell.
It speaks to my privilege to look at this aisle and not be panicked; I have enough toilet paper. But if demand continues to outweigh supply, I might need to get creative as my inventory dwindles. Maybe If I had approached all toilet paper buying opportunities through the “enough is never enough” lens before, this problem would have been wiped out.
I imagine the Chicken Soup for the Soul series wouldn’t be the best-seller it is today if readers didn’t have souls. Did you know that the initial version was rejected 144 times? I guess publishers don’t have souls…Though the tears flowed with each reading, I can’t remember finding a recipe for the soul. So what’s cooking in there?
Matt…Matt…WAKE UP! Now’s no time to be caught with your eyes closed. No, this isn’t a dream; just follow me along the branches, and we’ll make our way to the leaves to wave goodbye before they break away and turn into snowflakes. Hurry up, time is fluttering! Somebody pinch me.
MATTHEW don gets straight emotional in this one broh. The planets going ham on each other broh.
I’m throwing wicked side eye at Yankee Candle; Holiday Garland nearly busted out of the glass and set fire to my work station! If I wasn’t here watching it, who knows what could have happened. Much like everything else, it would probably go up in flames.
Geez, jealousy is a hideous color on me. Even after escaping from the dark cocoon, I still find myself feeling so insignificant unless I can express my integrity. But will it be as beautiful as others’ integrity? Gulp…It’s touch and go from here on out.
Now you see me, now you don’t. With so much time spent behind the computer screen, it’s easy to disappear into the World Wide Web and avoid making the words appear on this blog. How would Houdini navigate the connectivity that makes the greatest magic tricks look like chopped links?
A picture is worth a thousand words, but can we ever trade them in to experience a full day of true happiness? What about an hour? A moment? I’m not sure on the extrinsic value of happiness nor the exchange rate; what I do know is that I would trade in all my words, pictures, and whatever else for sustained happiness. Is that enough, though?
Honestly, I don’t know what you expect me to say. I’m just figuring out how to write freely; when it comes to opening my mouth and speaking those same words, I get choked up. Oh! To be one of those speakers who are able to command a room with their words, regardless of the message. What could possibly go wrong?
Are you sure about this? You seem to be divulging an awful lot about yourself lately…It’s interesting how even the slightest doubt disrupts any semblance of certainty I’ve established. It’s taken me over a month to write about my experiences with Absolute Certainty; still, I’m not sure if I’ve arrived at that point.
Salt-N-Pepa certainly had the right idea when they started the conversation with “Let’s Talk about Sex Baby,” but why is it so difficult talking about “all the good things and the bad things that may be” associated with the topic? Is my sexual energy beyond control?
MATTHEW’s mating tendencies typically center around the phone, whether recruiting via apps, cultivating via text, or stewarding via social media; however, my heart feels trapped up against the glass screen and unable to break through. Can I ever find an appropriate mate if the transmittal of soul is dependent on WiFi?
You may or may not know that I play piano; I started lessons when I was 7. One of my first experiences playing in front of a large crowd was at church. The song? “Bring a Torch, Jeanette, Isabella.” The keys on a piano play more smoothly than on a laptop, though, so will I figure out the right notes to pass the torch?
“It’s hotter than hell.” The warm Chicago summer fueled the overuse of this phrase, but what is it about hell that makes it so hot? And what does it take to escape the burning agony and break through to the cooler conditions of heaven? Who is ready for a temperature change.
When we take matters into our own hands, we must prepare to be confronted by our deeply-rooted fears. The payoff? A boost after having effectively resolved whatever issue. What happens when we take fear itself into our own hands, though? Is the payoff worth it?
Though I first began this blog article in April, the magnitude of the response held me back for 2 months. How can I, a mere mortal, come up with an answer to what the Big Picture is? Surely, I’m not qualified, but who does decide how we define power, success, love, gender, and God, then?
What a power trip writing about power is, except when you're not sure anyone will read it. Then it becomes a game of decisions: how much of my heart do I share versus how much do I boast about my perceived power? In the end, will anyone be left to say you've mastered prosperous living? All that and more in this long-awaited What's in a Name segment!
I don't know why exactly, but all I seem to remember lately is Disney movie references. With Diamond in the Rough this week, I'm brought back to viewings of Aladdin and his venture into the Cave of Wonders. Despite Aladdin's desire to be rich, powerful, and renowned, the lesson, in the end, was to be true to yourself, right? I always skipped ahead to watch them sing A Whole New World...
"You'd lose your head if it wasn't attached to your neck," and what a loss that would be! Compared to the keys, cell phones, wallets, sunglasses (and dignity) I've lost throughout the years, losing my head would be disastrous since it connects me to my senses. What would happen if I lost my heart though, and if I did, how hard would it be to find?
Fear has been a common theme in my writing since returning home, so it was no surprise to see it turn up in the Name Game generator several times over the past few months. Have I reached a point yet where I can readily take a leap of faith or am I still hanging back and waiting for a clearer sign from the universe?
Paradise. Well, almost. All this baggage makes it feel like I’m the one to blame for not being able to relax. I refuse to claim it; I’m counting on it getting lost in transit. I promise, once it’s gone, I would not ask for more.