When I look at narcissism through the vulnerability lens, I see the shame-based fear of being ordinary. I see the fear of never feeling extraordinary enough to be noticed, to be lovable, to belong, or to cultivate a sense of purpose.

I believe joy is a spiritual practice we have to work at.

We are the most in-debt, obese, addicted and medicated adult cohort in U.S. history.

Perfectionism is self destructive simply because there's no such thing as perfect. Perfection is an unattainable goal.

I can't be paralyzed anymore by the critics. My new mantra is, if you're not in the arena getting your ass kicked on occasion, then I'm not interested in your feedback. You don't get to sit in the cheat seat and criticize my appearance or my work with mean-spiritedness if you're also not in the arena.

When we lose our tolerance for vulnerability, joy becomes foreboding.

Want to be happy? Stop trying to be perfect.