I am typing this after watching the movie Roadrunner.
I met Anthony Bourdain once, he was on tour and did a show in Vancouver. By that time, the episode about Panama had been released, and I jokingly said he had to redo it because he spent more time filming a pile of cocaine than tasting the food.
I didn’t really *know* him. But whatever he was seeking, that feeling is too real to me.
That scene with Iggy Pop, I wanted to let out a loud sob in the theatre.
Iggy has seen it all, lived it all…but feeling LOVED…
I’ve got an assortment of demons that have kept me from opening an account on Medium (or just taking up writing and publicly sharing my work). They go by several names. Perfectionism. Impostor syndrome. Depression. Procrastination!
Sometimes it’s necessary to sit with the demons until you heal. But there are times that you must be ready to take action, even if your wounds are still open. Can’t wait for the love and light. I’m gonna do the thing, all while holding the demon within my eyesight so it doesn’t run off and sabotages me.
I’m going against my need to…