#it bothers me deeply that there is a massive cultural push to acknowledge this in Canada and Australia that simply does not exist in Americ

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It is really amazing and really beautiful they put this up but uhhhhhh wait til they hear about the land they played all those US dates on

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Adimyos, Chapter 2.

As I said before, I’m now linking to a Google Drive folder containing all the chapters that currently exist, so that’s >>here<< I would just not even bother to paste it directly here anymore, but some people might prefer it for whatever reason, so here goes. Something of a plot is introduced, and there’s more stuffing and a new important character.  Have fun~

Tanos slept for about three hours, belly gurgling and digesting loudly in his sleep the entire time, the strain of his huge meal causing him to toss and turn.  He awoke to a young, very wide and spoiled looking male servant telling him lunch was ready, which was obvious by the servant’s stomach already looking quite distended as he ate a huge and very greasy leg of warm, thoroughly-marbled meat.  Another culture would likely chide or punish him for his gluttonous, unprofessional ways, but in Adimyos it was only natural.  There was barely ever a wrong time to eat.Tanos put a hand on his stomach and sat up a bit to let out a colossal belch as soon as he woke up, then another right when it seemed like he was finished.  His gut, already smaller and softer than before, actually deflated a bit further from the sheer amount of gas forced out, but it was still distended, perhaps about a quarter as much as it was when he first went to sleep.

Tanos sheepishly thanked the servant after his gassy outburst, but the servant seemed rather unfazed, just steadily waddling away while continuing to gorge happily on the thick, heavy leg of meat he was holding, patting his wobbling belly in contentment and letting out a smaller belch of his own before leaving the room.  Tanos was sure the servant hadn’t been waddling much last year, nor had he been so greedy that he would eat in the middle of other tasks, but castle life could definitely have a heavy impact on any Adimyosian.  Tanos also figured his gluttony wasn’t impacting his work too much, judging by his wide shoulders and the bulging thighs and biceps that were more than just downy lard.After a few smaller burps and firmly pressing his hand to his belly, Tanos managed to shrink his bloat down even further, but it was still obvious there was quite a bit of undigested food left.  He didn’t mind how it made him look at all, since it helped him seem a bit fatter, but it was definitely going to be more of a struggle to cram lunch in on top of it.  Still, Tanos once again made his way to the dining room, where everything looked nearly the same as before, just with very different food relentlessly piled on the table. Just as before, he took his seat and immediately started ramming food down his throat as quickly as he could, making gluttonous moans and gasps throughout the whole process.  Fifteen pounds of food were packed down into his stomach before too long, as an Adimyosian also had incredible jaws and a very flexible throat.  Out of the fifteen pounds, five alone were from a massive bowl of hot, steaming noodles in a thick, creamy, meaty sauce.  The rest was mostly fatty meats from at least eight different creatures, along with cheeses, sauces, and thick, rich bread to soak up grease and juices.  There were practically no fruits or vegetables present at all, besides what was used for flavoring or decoration.He was painfully full as he chased down the food with a cup of thick, high-fat milk, but he pushed onwards regardless.  One more almost overfilled bowl of pasta passed into his tightly packed belly, leaving him leaned back as far as possible, moaning and burping a bit as a servant gently wiped excess sauce off of his chin.  Still, he couldn’t give up.  For his people, gluttony was something to embrace, not to insult and discourage.  He couldn’t stop just because of a little discomfort… He had to push himself further. Although it was a slow, arduous effort, Tanos took a deep breath and cleared another half plate of greasy, decadent food before being forced to give up, his stomach throbbing with pressure as he gave a few small, wet burps.  He was a bit messy looking after devouring so much food so greedily, but he was simply too bloated and uncomfortable to care.  He pushed the plate to the side, and without missing a beat, his nearest sibling grabbed it and began devouring it without effort.  Tanos just moaned and slowly leaned back, rubbing his tightly packed stomach as it gurgled and protested from all the food being packed inside of it when it had only a few hours to process breakfast.  Despite efforts that would utterly astound a mainlander, even the servants were still much more ravenous than him.  The young male who went to fetch him was packed with what looked like literally over twice as much food, and he looked to be in excess of 700 pounds at roughly seven and a half feet tall. Tanos’ second oldest brother was awake after the meal this time, and happened to notice the servant patting his exposed stomach contentedly with a small smile on his face, clearly not particularly uncomfortable and just extremely satisfied with the excellent meal.  He suddenly turned and looked appraisingly at the overfed servant for a moment, before seeming to silently make his decision. “...Come closer, would you, handsome?”  the older prince said to him with an eager grin. The servant startled a little, but awkwardly waddled to the table nonetheless.  “Prince Ganmu?” “Why don’t you help me back to my room…  Among a few other things, if you’re willing,”  Gamnu said, his grin growing even wider and more enticing.  The servant quickly got the message. “Oh… oh, yes, Prince Gamnu!  Whatever you want!  Anything for you!”  The servant said giddily. “That’s what I like to hear.  To think there’s such a charming man working here~”  Gamnu said, giving the servant a short but tender kiss on the cheek as he helped the colossal, wobbling prince up. Tanos felt a twinge of jealousy as he watched the scene unfold, but not because of feelings he had for the servant…  although that servant was definitely one of the bulkier and more attractive.  It was just… he was more than a bit lonely. Of course, now that he was adult, he still had willing suitors.  Even before then, other teenagers had admired him, only to mostly lose interest when they saw he wasn’t getting as massive or as gluttonous as all the others around his age.  He wouldn’t say he was resentful, exactly…  But it still stung.  Especially because it became increasingly difficult to even have friends, let alone anyone romantically interested. “Gamnu’s at it again…”  Honjya said with a giggle.“I might have to follow his example soon…” Thrin said with a mischievous smile.Exclusive relationships, while they definitely existed in Adimyos, were far from the only option.  Polyamory and open relationships were actually the most common arrangements. For princes and princesses or other nobility, it was even common for their suitors to actually cooperate, knowing they would most likely be willing to accept more than only one option.  Even the king and queen had their fair share of other partners, although in those cases contraceptives were always used. Nobles could even love those outside of nobility, as long as there were no plans to have children with that particular partner. Still, Tanos was taken out of his thoughts of loneliness by the pain of his heavily distended stomach, growling and bubbling for some kind of relief from how thoroughly he had punished it at that meal.  He squirmed uncomfortably and gingerly rubbed his stomach some more, trying to think positively… maybe if his body saw how hard it was getting to keep up with his intake, it’d be forced to finally complete the Great Shift. Just when Honjya was going to ask if he needed her help again, he forced himself to stand, briefly feeling dizzy and unsteady from the weight of his gut combined with the unpleasant side effects of such gluttony and overexertion.  Still, he recovered enough to get back to his wide bed, where he unceremoniously flopped down on his back, feeling like he would explode if he did so much as breathe too deeply. Once again, Tanos passed into a deep sleep, not caring or even acknowledging that he’d quite literally done nothing but eat and sleep that whole day. Just a couple of hours later, he was woken by a different servant, a young woman with a soft, round face and a fantastic hourglass figure…  Besides her soft, bulging, hanging stomach, which was somehow only able to compete with her massive, wobbling breasts and thighs because it was clearly burdened with quite a lot of food, and yet still nowhere near her full capacity, as it still looked much too soft and she didn’t seem weighed down or uncomfortable.  Like most Adimyosians, her clothing also showed a lot of skin and made hardly any effort to cover her stomach, making her partial fullness even more obvious. “Is it time for dinner?”  Tanos said sluggishly, before releasing a wet belch and stretching.  His stomach gurgled almost reluctantly.  Enduring two huge stuffings that day had robbed it of most of its voraciousness, and he still felt rather tired and heavy, but he knew that he was in no position to miss any meals. “In a little bit, my prince.  I believe this is more important,”  the servant said, as Tanos’ eyes widened.  “You see, our guards caught an escaped prisoner attempting to break into your dragon’s cave.  We can only assume he was planning an escape or bribe of some sort, using Majos to facilitate it,” “What?”  Tanos cried, suddenly feeling much more awake, as he quickly got up and somewhat awkwardly ran his way there without even caring that there were still flecks of sauce and oil on his clothes from what a glutton he made of himself earlier in the day.  Even though his stomach still bulged with enough gas and undigested food to make a mainlander terribly ill, if not fit to literally rupture, he hardly noticed. Tanos darted through a few long, wide rooms and hallways with surprising agility as he became increasingly alert and aware, until eventually he got to one of the castle’s back doors, and immediately made a beeline through the fields for the dragon caves just several minutes away.  The grass and wildflowers came up to his nearly his knees, in spite of numerous blubbery livestock being present to keep them in check. Eventually, he spotted two guards holding a rather dirty, disheveled, bruised-up young man dressed in thin, baggy, somewhat ripped beige pants and a short, frayed beige shirt that showed off a thin midriff, although he didn’t seem outright underweight. Tanos immediately noticed how short and scrawny he was.  He had to be in the range of 5’3 to 5’5, he couldn’t possibly be any bigger.  He had oddly engraved bands of some black metal around his upper arms and neck, so tight in fact that the skin around them was looking bruised.  He also had strange pointy ears that each stuck out about two inches, and his skin definitely wasn’t pale like many mainlanders he’d seen, more like olive or light tan, but he definitely wasn’t even a bit Adimyosian.  Even more obvious was that he had messy, whitish-silver hair that was a few inches long, and his face seemed much more delicate and androgynous than most Adimyosian men, even Tanos’, although he had a busted, swollen lower lip.  His eyes were a strange, glossy shade of dark blue, but one of them was puffy and swollen shut… But as for the visible one, even the pupil wasn’t quite black, just a darker shade of blue than the iris, oddly enough. “You must be the one who was trying to steal my dragon,”  Tanos started rather coldly, looking the young man dead in the eyes. “...” The prisoner said absolutely nothing, only staring up at Tanos rather impassively.  For his troubles, the guards holding him tightened their grips so much that he winced in pain. Tanos was a bit put off by the odd stare, but he wouldn’t back down from something so simple. “What gives you the right to steal my valued dragon?” “Y-your Highness, this is a mistake…  I’m not the enemy…  I would’ve never even dreamed of harming you of my own will.  I had no choice.  Please, tell me, do I look like most mainlanders you’ve seen?” the prisoner said rather quietly. Tanos was about to answer, before he suddenly had a strange realization.  “...First, why are you so easy to understand?”  Tanos asked.  It was far from common that mainlanders spoke Adimyosian well at all, especially if they were just prisoners. “That’s actually relevant to what I have to say, if you’d be so kind as to hear me out…”  the prisoner said quietly. “...Then explain yourself.  Quickly,”  Tanos said, frowning slightly. “I am Rivis Sivir, and I never wished to have anything to do with the mainland’s armies.  I am aware that I have been very disrespectful, and I have attempted what must surely be a terrible crime…  But that is merely because I am desperate.  One of your worst enemies, the Ensin, are constantly threatening my people and bringing us into their wars and invasions against our will.  I have multiple things I can tell you about their people and their plans, if you could just give me a chance…”  Rivis explained.  Tanos knew there was no absolute proof this man was actually telling the truth… and yet, something told him that there had to be at least some merit to his words.  If there actually was, then he could prove very useful.  The Ensin were indeed quite the threat, although Adimyos remained purely defensive, and things had not escalated too severely, so their invasions were not exactly considered war. “Very well then… guards, bring him to my parents,”  Tanos said.  Rivis noticeably gulped, his eyes widening a bit, but he quickly regained his composure.  The guards lifted him up a bit more, as if he weighed next to nothing, and quickly made their way to the royal bedchambers.  They did not actually go inside, but the guards did at least fetch the king and queen, and endure the wait for them to make themselves look presentable with the help of multiple other servants.. Although the king and queen were not exactly thrilled with being woken up, they did at least hear Tanos and Rivis out long enough to decide that at a soon to be determined later date, he would be summoned before a proper court to confess everything he knew and let it be decided what they should do with him.  Until that time came,  the decisions for what to do with Rivis were placed on Tanos, as it had been Tanos’ dragon he’d gone after, and Tanos was considered a capable adult. Still, that didn’t mean Tanos didn’t feel a bit nervous as he looked at Rivis, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious about how he hadn’t even cleaned up and changed out of his somewhat messy clothes before going to see him.  He hardly looked fit to be in charge of a prisoner’s fate for what could be multiple weeks.  Still, when they left the area, Tanos noticed Rivis’ hands shaking, even as he clenched them and tried to keep them still. “Are you alright?”  Tanos asked. “Y-yes… of course…  Do whatever you feel you must, Your Highness…”  Rivis said, his voice cracking noticeably. Tanos knew that many people merely got upset because they were caught doing something wrong, but this… felt… different, somehow. “Is there something you would like to say, Rivis?”  Tanos asked. “N-no, no, nothing…”  Rivis said, his voice cracking even more.  However, Tanos could now notice tears in the corners of his eyes, and he immediately felt a twinge of concern.“Are you... crying?”  Tanos asked. “There’s no reason to care how I feel.  I’m the criminal, after all… I’ll go back to my cell…”  Rivis said, although he was now trembling more than ever.“...Does this have anything to do with your injuries?…”  Tanos asked in a slow, serious tone. “I… I… It’s… my fault...” Rivis choked out, hardly able to keep his voice steady.  Somehow, Tanos hardly believed him at all now. “...Is it lonely in there?”  Tanos asked softly. “...Terribly…”  Rivis said, so quietly Tanos almost didn’t hear. “Guards.  Take him to receive medical treatment.  I will decide on where he will stay tonight in the meantime,”  Tanos said. Rivis’ one good eye widened considerably.  “You’re… helping me?” he said hesitantly.  Even the guards were rather shocked by the order. “Yes.”  Tanos said simply. “Why?” Rivis asked quietly. “You have offered to help our kingdom.  I admit I’m not sure if you have something dangerous planned…  But at the very least, you shouldn’t suffer needlessly before anything can be proven…”  Tanos replied. “T-thank you… thank you so much…”  Rivis said, while Tanos merely remained quiet and walked off to find where Rivis would sleep. ...What a strange situation.  Rivis hadn’t even explained why he was so easy to understand yet...

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This Weekend I Fell Apart, and That’s Okay

“Look for something positive each day, even if some days you have to look a little harder.” ~Unknown

This weekend I hurt more than I have in a very long time.

It all started on Friday, when my boyfriend and I headed out to spend the weekend with friends—two couples, both with babies in tow.

I’ve been trying, unsuccessfully, to get pregnant since the start of the year, yet I didn’t anticipate that it would be emotionally taxing for me to be around two little families. I was just excited to see our friends, who live in the Bay Area, hours away from our home near LA.

A little backstory: I’m less than three weeks away from my thirty-ninth birthday, which means I’m now in the category of “high risk pregnancy,” if I’m even able to get pregnant at all.

My boyfriend and I first discussed having a baby five years ago, but we kept pushing it off because our families live on opposite coasts, and neither of us was able to agree to live on the other’s coast full-time for the long-term.

We finally decided, at the beginning of this year, that I would be the one to visit my family—as often as I feel I need to, with our kid(s), for the foreseeable future—and we’d commit to staying in LA, which makes sense, since we’re working toward a career in film.

But biology doesn’t just fall in line because you finally get over your fears and decide to make a compromise. We’re both open to the idea of adoption, but there are other personal issues—that my fiercely private boyfriend would not want disclosed—that have complicated matters.

So there I was, on Friday, with our friends and their adorable babies—one actually a toddler, since he recently turned two.

We toasted our get-together around 5:00 with our first glass of wine, and the wine continued flowing throughout dinner. After, we all moved to the deck to partake in an at-home wine tasting.

The ladies and I discussed my road to pregnancy, and though I was discouraged, for the most part I was fine—until I wasn’t.

Having lost track of the amount of wine I was drinking, I eventually hit that emotional place I remember from my twenties—when alcohol eventually led to histrionics and tears. It is literally a depressant, after all, and generally not great to imbibe when you’re already feeling fragile.

I don’t remember all the details of that night, but I know I cried about my fears about not being able to have a family (which, as I mentioned, is an issue complicated by many factors).

I woke up at 4:00 in the morning and picked a fight with my boyfriend about our relationship. Then I woke at 8:00 with two things: a hangover and a shame-over. I was absolutely mortified.

I’d gotten drunk, turned a fun night with friends into something heavy and emotional, and had caused my boyfriend a lot of pain and embarrassment. It gave me a little comfort to realize everyone had drunk too much. But I still felt deeply ashamed of having lost control.

Ironically, I received an email that morning that I’d been waiting on for almost a month. My film mentor had just read the second draft of my first feature screenplay, and she said she was blown away by the massive improvement from the first draft.

I had never in my life simultaneously felt immense pride and deep shame, but I did right then.

Fortunately, the friend I cried to was extremely kind and empathetic. And no one judged me or put me down, as good friends never do.

But that day was pretty rough for me, physically and emotionally. And the next day, it got worse.

That night I noticed that a few people had commented on a meme I’d shared on Friday, using clipart with a hyper-sexualized female silhouette. They mentioned that it was demeaning to women to use what essentially appeared to be Barbie to represent the female form. One person called it “offensive.”

Though there were only a few critical comments, juxtaposed against 12,000 shares, I immediately realized I agreed with them. As someone who once struggled with an eating disorder, I’d like to represent women as more than a busty, high-pony-tailed caricature.

This didn’t fully or accurately represent my values or the message I’d like to convey. And I didn’t like the idea of young girls seeing it and concluding, as I may have as an adolescent, that this was what a woman is supposed to look like, even if some women actually look like this. So I decided to take it down.

With a mind still foggy I decided to write something on Facebook, as I wanted the community to know I felt I’d made an error in judgment. I didn’t want to just delete it. I want to make it clear I don’t agree with a society that puts pressure on women to be femme bots and suggests that our sexuality is our most valuable contribution.

I mentioned in my post that some people had pointed out that the image was offensive, and I agreed that it was triggering—and the backlash was swift and harsh.

In retrospect, I don’t think I accurately communicated why I decided to remove this image, since I didn’t address the cultural issue of how women are portrayed in the media, and the fact that I’d like to be part of the solution, not the problem. But I’m not sure if would have mattered if I did, since I’d used the word “offensive.”

I forgot that people often get offended by other people getting offended.

Over the next day, hundreds of comments came in, many attacking me on a personal level.

People called me spineless for catering to “snowflakes.” People said they lost respect for me and questioned my aptitude for even doing the work I do, since I clearly have no sense of conviction or belief in my own decisions. Even more alarming, many people mocked the idea of being “triggered,” and essentially belittled anyone with emotional or mental health issues.

I felt misunderstood, judged, and condescended.

I hid or deleted many of the worst comments, and resisted the urge to defend myself, deciding instead to leave one clarifying comment a couple hours in. But I’m not going to lie; this affected me deeply.

While on the one hand, I reminded myself that my power was in my response, and publicly, I only responded in one calm, clear comment, I also obsessively monitored the feed.

By this time my boyfriend and I were at his parents’ house in Nevada, where we planned to stay for a few days, and I wasn’t even close to present. I didn’t want to delete this new post, since I believed I’d done the right thing, but it pained me to see so much vitriol in a space that I hold sacred.

Then came another blow: I’d noticed a while back that since the start of the year, someone had been sharing every single challenge from my book Tiny Buddha’s 365 Tiny Love Challenges, on Facebook. Though this person tagged my page, none of the posts included the book’s title or a link—and some people actually assumed she was writing these posts, or getting them from my Facebook page.

I’d emailed my publisher a few weeks back to ask their thoughts on this, and they told me they could send an email asking her to stop. At the time, this seemed warranted.

Her Facebook friends didn’t see it that way. After she posted the letter from my publisher’s legal department, tagging my page, once again, the comments turned nasty.

F— you, Tiny Buddha.

You suck, Tiny Buddha.

 More like “Greedy Buddha.”

Unbelievable! She should thank you for the free marketing!

For a while, I felt completely numb. And I knew I was doing the “wrong” things by obsessively monitoring my phone and letting these comments get to me.

I knew it wasn’t serving me to dwell in my self-righteousness and how wrong I believed it was for this woman, who enjoyed my work enough to share it, to like comments that attacked me on a personal level. But I did it anyways.

I was angry with the people who were angry. I was triggered by the people who were triggered.

And then something occurred to me: This whole weekend was an opportunity. It was a chance to practice some of the lessons that are much easier to practice when everything is going well.

This weekend was a chance to remember that:

I need compassion most when I think I deserve it the least.

Initially, I beat myself up over several things this weekend: drinking to excess, exploding emotionally, hurting my boyfriend, choosing clipart that I wished I hadn’t chosen, asking my publisher to speak for me instead of reaching out to the woman personally, and obsessing over the various challenges I was facing instead of being present.

I told myself I shouldn’t have made any of those mistakes. I should have been beyond this. I was a fraud.

Then I realized something: I was being as mean to myself as the people online. And not a single blow of self-flagellation was helping me move on. In fact, each self-judgmental thought cemented me further into the hole. Because telling myself I was sucking at life made it awfully hard to find the strength to do better.

Every time I criticized myself, I weakened myself, and a weakened person is far less equipped to reframe difficult circumstances and respond with equanimity.

The only way out was to cut myself from slack. I need to stop fighting with myself and let go, as if melting into a hug from someone who finally forgave me. I needed my own love and compassion.

So I drank too much and cried. I was hurting. It’s been a long journey toward starting a family, and it’s been hard. It’s okay to hurt.

So I made mistakes in my work—who doesn’t? I owned them and publically admitted them. What matters isn’t the fact that I messed up but that I acknowledged it and committed to doing better.

I don’t have to be perfect. Sometimes I will make mistakes, some public, and sometimes I’ll make many that compound. The only way to stop the cycle is to stop obsessing about having done things wrong. The only way to move into the future is to fully accept the past. Once I did this, I felt freer, and better able to be present.

The approval that matters most is my own.

It bothered me that people believed I removed the image because I needed approval from the “complainers,” as opposed to having made a decision based on my own beliefs and values.

But ironically, once the flood of negative comments came in, I did start feeling a need for approval. I wanted people to understand and honor my positive intentions.

It took me a day, but I was finally able to accept that some people were simply committed to judging me, and this wasn’t something to change; it was something to accept.

It didn’t matter if someone people derided me or questioned me if I felt in my heart I’d done the right thing.

I eventually deleted the second post because I wanted to put an end to the negativity. There’s far too much of that on Facebook already. But I’m proud I waited and resisted the urge to remove all criticism immediately. For a recovering people-pleaser, allowing a public character assassination requires immense strength. And I give myself a lot of credit for that.

It’s rarely personal.

Intellectually, I knew this when people were insulting me in both places on Facebook.

I knew that the people who were angry with me for catering to “snowflakes” were really projecting their feelings about what they perceive to be an oversensitive culture. It wasn’t just about this one image. It was about every time someone’s ever said they were offended, and their complex feelings about what that means to them.

I also knew that the people defending the woman who’d been sharing my book online were acting from a place of allegiance to their friend. They were more pro-her than anti-me. Many didn’t even have all the information—they didn’t realize she’d been sharing from a book. So really, I couldn’t take that personally either.

This wasn’t immediately comforting to me because the attacks were so public, but when I was able to fully absorb this, it did give me some peace.

Not everyone will see my side, and that’s okay.

I believe one of our deepest desires is to feel understood—to know that other people get where we’re coming from and that they may even have done the same thing if they were in our shoes.

I didn’t feel that way when people judged me personally based on the letter from my publisher’s legal department.

I left a few comments on that post, trying my best to respond from a place of calm, but I know there are some people who will forever think I am greedy and soulless because I didn't want my book’s content republished online.

I’ve decided that this is okay. Not everyone has to get me, understand me, support me, be considerate of me, or treat me kindly—so long as I do those things for myself.

Pain can be useful if you share it to help someone else.

I decided to share this post for two reasons:

First, I thought it would be cathartic for me. I felt ashamed for a lot of this weekend, and I wanted to be able to reframe this experience in a way that felt empowering. As I said when I first launched this site, when we recycle our pain into something useful for others, we’re able to turn shame into pride.

And that brings me to the second reason: I thought it might be helpful for someone else to realize that even someone who runs a site like Tiny Buddha can fall into so many self-destructive traps.

If you’ve ever drunk too much and fell apart emotionally, know that you’re not alone.

If you’ve ever obsessed over comments online and allowed something as trivial as a Facebook feud to get the better of you, know that you’re not alone.

If you’ve ever failed to apply what you know and regressed to the least evolved version of yourself, know that you’re not alone.

And know that all of these things are okay. They don’t mean anything about you as a person. They don’t define you. And they don’t have to dictate the future.

This is what I needed to hear this weekend when I was despondent and numb, so today it’s my gift to you. I hope someone benefits from something in my experience. But I suppose no matter what, someone has—me.

About Lori Deschene

Lori Deschene is the founder of Tiny Buddha and Recreate Your Life Story, an online course that helps you let go of the past and live a life you love. Her latest book, Tiny Buddha's Worry Journal, which includes 15 coloring pages, is now available. For daily wisdom, follow Tiny Buddha on Twitter, Facebook & Instagram.

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