Let’s talk about self-hate. If I'm honest, I spend a lot of time quietly hating myself. That happens. I own it. One thing I know for sure is that my life is easier when I am living from love. By that I mean when I’m allowing space for that self-hatred to be here, when I’m hearing its nasty garbage dialogue… and letting it speak. I let it have the floor, without reacting. Then I start to watch over it with a sense of okayness. I hear you, nasty voice. I'm just listening. Just

Cold plunge day 7. I choose this. Lost Lake Whistler - water barely above freezing. It feels so wrong and also so right. I've committed to plunge daily. I'm immersing in the outrageous to remember what it is to be human. That's a thing I like to do. By facing the very unpleasant, I recognize that it's actually quite fine. When I step into the terrifying cold, I get to experience eternal okayness. My body and soul confirm that I am alive and well. Then I feel impervious! I cel