After seeing Musk’s blatant seig heil, I figured watching Charlie Chaplin’s The Great Dictator tonight would be the right move. I wasn’t prepared for how prescient, hopeful & inspiring the ending speech was. Spoiler: it’s given by a Jewish barber mistaken for the dictator.

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With so much unsettled and up in the air in my life, one of the most valuable questions I’m learning to ask is this: it the outcome I’m basing my happiness on or is it learning to enjoy the process?

Is Defying Gravity living rent free in my head? Why, yes, it is. Am I mad about it? Not. One. Bit.

It’s there doing battle with my inner critic, just like witchy magic should.