I really think the world is so detached from its center that everyone is just spinning a cocoon from their own fear. We are isolated and isolation causes death.
So many people say, "I didn't want to be the person who gets jealous" or "I didn't want to be the person who was disappointed."
Guess what? YOU CANNOT AVOID FEELINGS. You just switch one bunch for another. Most of the time it's anxiety in place of fear, sadness, anger, even joy — real joy.
The more you deny your true self, the more detached you become from you're center, which is love.
I was on Nantucket — one of the wealthiest places in the world. EVERYONE was afraid.
Then I went to the Hamptons, another wealthy place, and they all wished they lived on Nantucket.
The kinetic anxiety in the world is suffocating us.
Humanity is freedom. If we accept our humanity and stop chasing outside things, we will be free because chasing outside things is a form of self hatred.
We hate ourselves, we hate our bodies, which makes us hate our earth. We are killing our home because we have detached and tricked ourselves into believing hatred is our core, but it's not — only love is.
If you strip away all of it, all that will stick is the truth, which is love.
A kid whispered in my ear, "Why do we have love in our hearts?" and my niece asked me where God came from.
My response to both was, "Because Love is and always will be here."
If we admit all the parts of ourselves, if we surrender to our imperfection, we will feel relief. It is very loving to embrace imperfection because it softens you.
It is much harder to chase, or to be chased by, our judgements — that keeps us running. We're afraid that if we go in we will find out that we are disgusting. Or maybe we are afraid that if we go in, we will find out that we are love.
It is sometimes the behavior that is disgusting, but never, ever the person.
Slow down, go in, accept the humanity, and in doing that, you find compassion and patience for yourself.
Which, in turn, makes you have compassion for others.
That is the key to breaking the isolation and the pathway out of the cocoon.
It will be lonely at first because you will feel like you are going against the gravitation of the earth. You will feel like if you go in, you will never come out.
But the truth is, you will turn into a beautiful butterfly that is attracted to the light; a butterfly that everyone wants to be around.
No money needed.
I came home from a whirlwind tour of work and was feelin a little tired and like I was never gonna make it no matter how hard I tried. That is an old tape that I love to go back to when I feel vulnerable.
I say love because I get something out of it. It makes me feel bad even when things are good.
I went to yoga because even though I have not mastered the ability to enjoy goodness purely, I have figured out that I do it to myself and yoga is a great way to not only take care of myself, but to open my body when I feel like closing it.
Sometimes it's a blind leap of faith because the fear is not real.
Well as I turned towards the back of my mat I caught a glimpse of the girl behind me.
Something looked funny about the coloration between her ankle and her calf.
As I looked closer I realized that it looked as if her foot had been reattached.
I thought immediately WOW! Imagine the courage it took for her to leap again?
Sometimes I need a reminder that on closer inspection people are amazing and so am I.
On my way to DC to sit in on the Senate and this is my first time blogging from my phone. I've been busy and just realized that I can do this from my phone. I just wanted to take a second and write about how much a human being can grow. When I first saw Basquiat at the museum in LA and I almost fell on the floor. The description on the wall said that his work was about the tragedy of the unrealized human potential. Then I learned that he died of a drug overdose. Art imitating life. That day I knew I wanted to work towards my potential, slowly though, because I knew that going fast was a form of self hatred. While in DC, I'm not only going to learn about how our government runs, but I'm going to go to every museum that I can. Warren Buffet once said "There is no status quo, you're either growing or your dying."
Some people really get nervous when they see joy. It's a sad fact, but an even sadder fact is that sometimes they try to squelch that joy to feel better about themselves. It takes all the courage in the world to not let that happen.
Let the light shine brighter on them so they can see their own darkness.
It's the only way someone can grow.
Think about it: if you take on their dark, then there's more darkness but if u hold onto your light, well you know.
FACT: On average, full-time working women earn just 77 cents for every dollar a man earns. #EqualPay
There once was a comedy show — the booker IMed me sexual advances. I copied them and sent them to his boss. They BOTH called me on speaker phone and "apologized." I told them if I lost work because I stuck up for myself I was going to sue them. Well, they called me to do a show when I was on the set of The Fighter because they thought I couldn't do it since I was in Boston. Then they could say, "Well, we offered work she couldn't do it ." Well, I got on a plane the next day and flew to LA. As I was walking into tape the show another girl said, "Sue do you get weird sexual stuff from so and so?" I asked, “Why?” and she said, "Well I was booked to host a bunch of these shows and when I told him I wouldn't have sex with him he told me I was only doin one, and now I can't pay my rent."
I walked in, was met with tremendous hostility, overcame it, and performed. Then they cut all but one joke out of my set when it aired.
Now, firstly, look at what girls deal with before they hit the stage, and secondly, they cut me. Look at all that energy for one joke. Anyone have statistics on that?
I joined a program called "BookPals" funded by the SAG foundation. Simply put, we volunteer to go into the public schools and read to the classes. I did it this morning with a group of second graders and all I can say is that I haven't felt this good in while.
They were so cute and so smart and so filled with love.
I read them a book titled Pigcasso and Moosetise.
It was a story of the two artists and how even though they had differences they remained great friends and respected each other’s work.
They told me that they had been to the Metropolitan Museum of Art and that they had seen a Jackson Pollack after I showed them a picture in the book by Pigcasso that reminded them of it.
They picked up on the cubism without my having to tell them. They told me that they next time that they went to the museum they were going to look for a Picasso.
When we were finished talking about the book I told the kids that I was comic.
They proceeded to whisper jokes into my ear and I would tell them to the class.
This one little girl with the most vulnerable eyes came up, whispered in my ear, and asked, "Why do are hearts love?"
She didn't have a punchline and I'm not sure if she wanted one.
Why do are hearts love? is a very funny question all by itself.
Maybe she felt the love from my laughter.