When you think you are exceptional...at sucking

When you think you are exceptional...at sucking

This story begins and ends with macrame (yes, the weird cotton knotted thing that hangs in bunches).

My best friend is helping me make a macrame hanging for my bedroom. The reason I need a macrame hanging for my bedroom is twofold: #1. I’m endlessly insecure about how not-cool my house is and what’s cooler than macrame, people?! #2. I need something for above my bed and since I’m endlessly terrified of the Big Earthquake coming to Portland, I need something that will land softly on my face as my entire house is sucked up by the earth.

Go hard on homes or just go home?

Go hard on homes or just go home?

A few months ago, I got an email from a 26-year old real estate investor. She wanted to buy another property and she was also scared of stretching herself too thin or getting in over her head. She wanted my advice. And at the end of the email, she asked me this:

What do you do when you're scared of failure?

Baby, right behind you

Baby, right behind you

I just spent ten days in Hawaii.

And I learned that in Hawaii, all anyone can talk about is Sea Turtles.

Where are they? Turtle town? Where’s that? How far out? 100 meters?

How big? Oh, I saw bigger over at Makena beach. You shoulda’ been there. It was thick with turtles.

You see one?! Where? Point, show me! Where??? Is that it? I think I see it! No, nevermind that’s just a rock.