Hi there. :-)
I don't make idle promises, because I treat promises as sacred vows. However, I'll wager this: I promise that my capacity for love is greater than that of almost anybody you’ve ever met.
My style in life has always been to dive into the deep end and then learn to swim. I haven't drowned yet, and have learned that if asphyxiation doesn't kill me, my fear of it certainly won't.
I'm irreverent and iconoclastic; I'm skeptical of the party line not because it's cool to buck the trends, but because I have a good reason or haven't yet figured out what question nobody is asking.
I'm a big Jew. Are Jew?
When I don't know something, I try to admit it. That said, I am proud of my smarts, for I have worked really hard to be intelligent, articulate, and empathetic. Mostly because of all the times I discovered I was not those things.
One of my mottoes is that I'll try anything twice. After all, maybe I was wrong the first time.
I've done a shit-ton of healing work for the last 15 years in multiple modalities -- half a dozen types of psychotherapy, hypnotherapy, meditation, medication, 12-step, and some woo-woo Berkeleyesque New Agey stuff that rocks the house. I'm proud of how far I've come, and have so much more to learn.
I recognize that I'm not a victim anymore. It's one of the most liberating epiphanies I've ever had.
"Don't try to open your heart. Recognize that your heart is already open." --Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche
I try to put myself out there. I recognize that I am toeing the edge of a cliff, and that I will fall and get hurt. And then I will climb back up and do it again, and it's so totally worth it! Wanna climb some emotions with me? It's no fun to do it alone.
The goal of my spiritual journey is not to transcend illusory reality, but to adore it. After all, no matter how enlightened I get, I’m stuck in this skin for now, and there's always more good work to be done.
Pema Chodron -- any questions?
I recently started a practice of going on Negativity Fasts: for 10 days, I try not to gossip or speak cynically or disparagingly about anything or anyone. This usually turns out much like the time I tried abstaining from onanism when I was 13: if at first you don't succeed... Except that, when I was 13, I decided not to try again.
I always keep fresh flowers on my dining room table.
I make lemonade out of lemons.
I say "poopie" with above average frequency.
I like to read poetry aloud in bed. Preferably not to myself.
I'll drive you to the airport at romantic hours like 5 a.m., and give you killer back rubs, though not simultaneously.
If I have a dollar, I give it to the next homeless person I see. If I have change, I stick it in the tip jar.
A poet pointed out that SCARED is an anagram of SACRED.
I’m proactive, solutions-oriented. I’m hoping that if I’m ever diagnosed with a terminal disease, or crippled permanently in an accident, I’ll still be able to face every day of my life with equanimity and gratitude for what I have now, and for what I used to have in the past that allowed me to experience all the potential of living. "I am dying fully in touch with loving life, and yet, also, fully accepting death." -- Inbal Kashtan, z''l
I dish out bonus life points to people when they use 11-point Boggle words.
I try to recognize that my feelings are my own; nobody else caused them to exist. So too, my judgements are my own, and they are by nature neither right nor wrong. I try to "stay on my side of the street," i.e. hold only myself accountable for these arisings, take ownership, take responsibility. Sometimes I'm wildly successful. Sometimes I'm not. Oh, you too? Cool, another human being! Let's get together!
I eat avocados out of the skin with a spoon and salt.
I try not to look at my iPhone obsessively when I'm idle. I once almost dropped it in a urinal; that was an important, & potentially expensive, lesson in mindfulness.
I like to say that life is full of high-quality problems. That's the sign that things are overall going right.