Je ne suis pas correct about the World Cup event.

I did the right thing.

I was afraid (the root of all challenges), and afraid I had been afraid.

What we want so often runs counter to what we're "supposed" to be doing.

After 2000 years of repressing our most holy instincts it's no surprise we're a little gun shy. And a little confused.

But I don't even really want to write this.

World Cup--like the Holy Grail is the eternal feminine. Eternal support. Not to blow your wad. To resist that which you most think you want to do in order to gain that which you truly want—for everything to continue.

And when you do that


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