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Oh, how I longed to burst through the doors and go walking through the streets, with my hands open, like weapons! ↗
Whatever’s missing is what you’re not giving. You are a divine power plant. And a power plant doesn’t receive energy, it generates it. It’s the same as saying you already have the kingdom of heaven within you. And when you activate the best in you, it generates an energy that must appear in your experience. ↗
Sometimes it is not about the colour of your skin but the character you portray. Strive to be unique in your doings and only then you might have the right to blame it on racism. Consequently how you choose to react towards a racist experience should do yourself and your race a proud favour. ↗
Writing your book is not the end all of your strategy. It is a powerful catalyst that will push you to the top of your game. You see, something magical happens when you write your book and this is the best place to mention it because a sale happens when your book is complete. You sell yourself on the idea that you are more than you previously believed yourself to be. You get to experience that “I did it” moment where your mind releases these wonderful stimulators that make you feel awesome. You see yourself in a different way and this opens up a greater opportunity for accomplishment, achievement, and success. ↗
Write about a terrible experience until you find value in having gone through it. Then you will appreciate every dark hour. ↗
From her own life experience Keldaren knew that loveable hunks were in short supply anywhere in the galaxy, loveable hunks who knew her were an extinct species, and that more marketing companies than friends had her phone number. ↗
watch myself in the mirrors at work constantly. It makes it more interesting. I used to do this ages ago out of worry of my body not looking right. Now I’m curious about what my “work moves” look like, my whiteness with a slash of dark lace underwear, my tattoos (my “permanent epaulets”) in contrast, in profile, my back arching doing a downward dog over the guy’s back before I slide down it, serpentine chin first to rub my cheek against his neck. I think about sex all the time because it’s my job. I want to make room for other stuff. I want to think about other stuff. I think? …it’s strange to watch because it’s really just a long-ago choreographed dance, every time with a different partner. There are slightly different turns and dips, but I can almost do the counts. I feel unfair for offering this processed sex. They don’t care. Maybe I am good enough of an actress, or good enough of an empathy to make it seem authentic. Sometimes it feels that way. Sometimes they catch me watching myself bend and writhe. They usually watch. I watch myself kissing them out of the corner of my eye, to see what it looks like. ↗
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