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Today is International 💕 And in support of here’s my take— I was supposed to listen to the word no, but I chose to hear it as the word GO. Thank you for nominating me my beloved @chelseahandler . I nominate you @kaiagerber! Tag one friend who inspires you to share your SUPPOSED TO / CHOSE TO story. Why just one? Because when one girl finds her power to make different choices that change her life, it inspires others to do the same...and THAT changes the world. Thanks @girleffect for a great iniative!

There is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind. -Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own In my twenties I worked hard- too hard- and I didn’t know why. To impress boys? To buy a purse I’d inevitably lose? To be able to say that I was worth something to the capitalist machine? I now know I was working toward this- a room of one‘s own, a room with a view. A place where my mind does not need to constrict to fit impossible shapes or please impossible customers. A place where my story gives birth to other stories. On , I honor every woman who fights for the sliver of space she deserves- where she is more than a diagnosis and where she can truly breathe. I will never stop trying to tell our stories.

No one else I love more by my side @lauriesimmons. Happy Birthday.

In this time of solitude, I’ve been journaling my 🍑 off. If you don’t journal, I can’t give it a high enough score. I started as soon as I could string two words together because cool girls always did it in, like, Books and I would leave my diary out for my mom to read (I had a crush on Colin Bliss. Great name. Where are you at now, Colin? I hope your life turned out great!) All you need for this transcendent hobby is a pen, paper, and YOU- all of you, your sweet open heart, your nasty little rager side, your feeling of wild rejection- bring em all to the party! And guess what - this party is judgement FREE. Everyone is very chill and no one ever says TMI after you share a story. So go WILD! 🦋 Comment down below one question you will ask yourself the next time you journal…? Mine is why, even when you can hear your gut loud and clear, do you still make decisions based on ensuring that other people will like you or consider you “good”? You’re 34, lady, this behavior has to stop...

This is the realest character study and should be produced as a feature film by Martin Scorsese.

Trusting time is a concept easier said than done. But I’ve learned that time never stops. Through the dark thoughts and unceasing fears, through the invisible healing, through the pain - the clock is still ticking and you’re surviving, whether you have the energy to be proud of yourself or not ❤️ , posting more content on my stories now, that will hopefully help you during this time of solitude.

You guys I have some crazy news- I’m old as heck, chronically ill, ostensibly single, can only fit into stretch pants, allergic to mascara and yet, I just learned... I’m

Truly believed she was eternal- we needed her to be eternal. What she means to our past was only rivaled by what she still meant for our futures. There are no proper words to thank Ruth Bader Ginsburg- all we can do is promise to keep fighting in her name, for the many freedoms she gave us and the rights she proclaimed as unassailable. Rest in ferocity, , knowing you really did it. (Incredible art by @bijoukarman)

ICYMI: We picked back up with , discussing one of the best-selling performers of all time, . Whitney's voice was indescribable and her beauty was incandescent. But the public hunger for all things Whitney turned sinister, surrounding her in a vicious storm of gossip and speculation regarding her romantic life, substance abuse, and "diva" behavior. @arnoldfriend6 and I dig deep into the life of one of America's greatest talents, but also into the corrosive tabloid culture of the 90s which tried to tear her apart. Whitney, we will ALWAYS love you. Part one of this episode is up on @hearluminary now, with part two coming next week, babies! 💕 (link in bio)

Week 4 of my quarantine looked like this - sunshine bleaching the remaining illness from my bones. Sharp angles and a soft mind. Staying in isolation 24/7 (save for the coyotes) not because I was COVID positive but because I didn’t feel useful or worth much. But I woke every morning to stand and face the city like the wobbly prow of a sad little ship. And I learned to trust time - 10 seconds turn to twenty turn to sixty and then you’ve been healing for a minute. Minutes become hours which becomes days. And suddenly you’ve wracked up enough time to feel like a version of yourself you have some love for. I reminded myself how many times I have doubted my body and how many times she has pulled through for me, like a shitty Honda on a road trip. And one day this hoodie gave way to a dress, and I made my way down the mountain to the home I know and love and I wrote and ate grapes and found myself bouncing to whatever filthy beat was on the radio. That’s enough of a definition of healing for me. But I like this photo as a reminder of the impossible part right in the middle - the part that feels like fingering a cactus. If you’re in it, and I know it feels like a resting place and not limbo, you’re coming out. Don’t force your pants back on too soon because they’ll appear when it’s time. One day you’ll look around and you’ll be eating your own fruit of choice, shaking your head like a dog to a song you love and you’ll recognize yourself exquisitely. You won’t care about any bullshit (who your hookup friend moved onto in the empty space, what your mom thinks of her bitch neighbor, infighting around COVID protection attitudes in your friend group.) Quite simply, the chance to be present for any of it, the gratitude of presence, all of it will bring you to your knees. (Sharing some content today on stories..stay tuned!)

Jessa just saying the things we’re all thinking about ourselves in quarantine. (Why do I wake up every day with random Tik Tok sounds in my head, like I’m living my life as a series of 30 second challenges?)

We are so happy to be back with this week! This episode features a subject who is, as the kids would say, the GOAT. She’s one of the most incredible vocalists to ever live, and the artist of a crowd-favorite anthem that makes us all want to dance, sing, twirl and kiss the mirror. If you haven’t guessed yet, it’s babies! Her story is equal parts fascinating and tragic, and her death shook the nation 8 years ago. There’s so much to discuss here that it’s a two-parter! You can listen to @arnoldfriend6 and I discuss the first half of her tumultuous life and her indelible legacy on @hearluminary now! Link in bio.