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Lizzie, Book Writing Coach  Award winning ghostwriter + book doula. Angeleno. Coffee addict. Unicorn lover. #storylife

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I was really cute (read: frustrated and sad) today when I missed my flight to Paris because a bunch of sun-obsessed Angelenos decided it was a "beach" day and poured on to the 405 freeway, at the precise moment that *I* was on the flyaway shuttle.
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β€’ In related news, if 89Β° is "Spring:" Dear August,
I surrender in advance.
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I am so grateful that I can receive help from my very generous, open hearted friends. Where would I be without my goddesses? NOT Paris, I can tell you that much.
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I have a really full life these days, and an even fuller heart.
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Paris, I'm coming for you. (Starting tomorrow.)

My motto for today:

It's ok to be bold and bright.

Stop running from yourself.
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I heard this message LOUD and CLEAR from the Universe this week.
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Maybe you can relate?

It's cherry blossom week in New York.
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I count myself "lucky" to do what I do, travel where I travel, and work with who I work with. But luck is when preparation meets opportunity.
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If I keep doing the work, I can keep the "luck" flowing in.

Do, or do not. There is no try.
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About the simplest and most profound advice there is.

Roses blooming everywhere in Los Angeles. And the jasmine! The orange blossoms! The whole SFV smells like my imagination.
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Spring has sprung!

Everything in our experience--even MATH--is seen through our own unique perception.
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In fact, science (quantum physics, specifically) indicates that light only becomes a wave or a particle based on what the observer intends it will be (it has within it the equal potential to be both).
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Essentially, while 2+2 = 4, even that "fact" is not objective, because it only exists based on our collective (subjective) agreement.
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The next time someone asks you to be objective, or they attempt to give you their 'objective opinion,' perhaps consider that they're just looking to control or manipulate a situation with a veiled sense of authority. Send them love, thank them for being a teacher, and take a pause before you respond. It's not usually an easy conversation to get into--or, worse, to remove yourself from!
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Or maybe I'm full of my own hot air?! Haha. Anything is possible.
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I mean, is there anything I know FOR SURE?
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Only that the more I learn, the less the world makes sense.
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And I love it.
#themoreyouknow

Heart wall in Venice, CA. Otherwise known as 'things I stumble upon while walking down the street on a Tuesday.' I feel lucky to (finally) love where I live - it wasn't always so! Perspective is everything.

I woke up this morning feeling more connected. I did my morning ritual, but I have recently added in an element that helps me acknowledge more gratitude. Gratitude is helping me see more of my moments as opportunities to play.
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I find when I'm feeling irritable or bored, I'm not playing enough. When I'm not playing, I am simply disconnected from myself or my desire. It's not a moral issue; I've just forgotten my true unicorn nature. πŸ˜‰πŸ¦„
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In those moments, I have to remind myself that this is not a dress rehearsal. πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯Life is right now.πŸ’₯πŸ’₯πŸ’₯ What do I need to do to reconnect with myself? My enthusiasm?

How can I be my own superheroine?
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What about you?
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Are you feeling connected to yourself? Your life? Your unicorn-ness?

I spent yesterday afternoon in Venice, CA with one of my soul sisters, who happened to be in town. Somehow, we got lucky and found a magical pocket of time to drink tea, sweep our stray curls from our faces in the sea-breeze, and connect to each other in support, resonance, and joy. So much joy.
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I am becoming me today in ways that are surprising. There is a reckoning deep down, a calling out of my Resistance to stand in the sunlight and turn her face to the sky. My Resistance is a brunette; she wears a gold chain around her head, and places her fists firmly on her hips. Demanding, fierce, stubborn. I am willing to get to know her now... I am eager to learn what makes her tick.
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In sisterhood, I am finding that there is nothing to hide. My tribe doesn't compete with one another. Together, we go higher. I hope you have that with your tribe of sisters or friends or family, too. You deserve it.
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In sisterhood, my creativity blossoms, my laughter is more buoyant, and my spirit more resilient.
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I have caught a glimpse or two of what's outside of my cocoon, and it's exhilarating. But I don't dare elbow my way out of the chrysalis before my wings are ready. For now, I'll remain a devotee to researching what feels good and true and right, and be willing to unlearn all of that "truth" tomorrow, in service to that day's truths.
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I am risking more than ever before, but only because it's safe. It's safe in sisterhood to dream so big that I shriek in terror at the thought of failing... or succeeding. It is safe in sisterhood to do neither, too, because every aspect of myself is welcome here. I can just be.
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But I must always write. Whatever shape it takes or tastes, you can always find me writing. Just like my tribe of sisters breathes life into me when I feel I have no more in me, so does my writing.
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Magic is funny like that.

I'm generally pretty optimistic. On bad days, I aim for even-keeled. I'm only human.
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And yet, I find I'm guilty of denying my mortality. Of yours. I like to pretend that "I'll get to it tomorrow" is a reliable fact. It's not--it's a wish or at best, a plan. How many plans have I ever had that didn't have an unexpected detour? Zero.
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Why do we walk around as though we have all the time in the world? As though we won't one day just ... disappear?
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It's not morbid to acknowledge your eventual demise. How can you live full out without the conscious agreement that this is your body's last stop (on this go 'round at least) to give it all you have?
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No one escapes earth school alive. Not ONE of us does.
We are all going to expire.
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And the thing we will wish we had done more of was LOVE. .

Because love is really all that matters.

Somebody believed in this design so much that they stayed with it--from blueprints and beyond.
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I bet you have something you want to create that might be ahead of its time. Or something that calls to you, but bucks the way things have always been...?
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Is it a book?
A business?
An advocacy organization?
A legendary love story?
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Tell me again what your excuses were?

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