Comments on: the question I ask myself

By: Regret Is A Luxury And A Vice | Cleavage by Kelly Diels.

Regret Is A Luxury And A Vice | Cleavage by Kelly Diels. — Sat, 12 Jun 2010 22:39:58 +0000

[...] the question I ask myself [...]

By: How to Get Unstuck, Part 2: Trust Yourself, and The World. You Have Everything You Need. | Cleavage by Kelly Diels.

Tue, 18 May 2010 17:53:21 +0000

[...] the question I ask myself [...]

By: How to Get Unstuck, Part 1: There Is No Stuck | Cleavage by Kelly Diels.

How to Get Unstuck, Part 1: There Is No Stuck | Cleavage by Kelly Diels. — Mon, 17 May 2010 13:38:06 +0000

[...] part of getting unstuck is acknowledging – and recognizing – what Lianne Raymond and Marianne Elliott told me: there is no [...]

By: Mimsi

Mimsi — Thu, 13 May 2010 04:23:57 +0000

“have loved a man so physically beautiful that I feared leaving my girlfriends alone with him – and that fear was not irrational. ”

new reader to your blog. I think that I’m going through the same issue right now. Have you blogged about this in the past or not yet?

Good luck with everything.

By: Christina Majaski

Christina Majaski — Tue, 11 May 2010 03:15:47 +0000

I like to dress up in fancy clothes and heels and wander around Walmart. Or drive around blaring Lil Wayne with my shades on. I call it bringing sexy back. Whatever makes you feel like you own this ish.

You get unstuck or you never would’ve made it through any of it. And you come back like “It’s me bitches…what.”

By: Kelly Diels

Kelly Diels — Sun, 09 May 2010 21:34:48 +0000

@Andrew Lightheart @alightheart, this is a GOOD game. I'm going to play, too.

By: ocbenji

ocbenji — Sun, 09 May 2010 16:32:31 +0000

@Kelly Diels, Glad to see you outsourced your stuckness.

By: Andrew Lightheart @alightheart

Andrew Lightheart @alightheart — Sun, 09 May 2010 11:25:51 +0000

Voice of Kelly’s life narrator:

‘And this was the moment it all changed…’

(I play this game.)

By: PicsieChick

PicsieChick — Sat, 08 May 2010 22:51:06 +0000

@Kelly Diels, Isn’t every invitation a prescription?

It won’t be surprise, so much as delight!
Mwah!

and glad to see there are so many piling the love onto you.

Hugs and butterflies,
~T~

By: Kelly

Kelly — Sat, 08 May 2010 21:51:48 +0000

Remember when you wrote about sharing and giving more than you get? Sometimes all that giving leaves you flat. But you know that, don’t you. It’s probably always been that way…the giving, then the flattening.

But don’t stop. You seem like you really care. Some people think that a girl who can be sarcastic and witty can’t be that caring, but I (we)can see that you are SO caring. There’s a trick to caring that I have learned though.

It’s going to sound strange. But you have to care without giving a fuck. Impossible? No. Care, share, give without worrying what anyone thinks or if they respond or not. Don’t give the fuck. The fuck is what makes you stuck. That feeling of “Oh fuck!” or “What the fuck?” or just plain “Fuck!” is yours to keep and pin down, throw against sides of your brain…or sit with it. But don’t give it away. Don’t let it crawl or creep or seep into your hands so that it taints your writing or anything else that you’re doing to the point of feeling stuck and doubtful. Keep that fucker where it belongs (it never goes away for a carer) and unabashedly care.