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Bravery & Authenticity in a Digital World

-“We never share these struggles with people till our healing is not dependent on their reaction. Your rise is never dependent on other people”

-“He or She who has the greatest capacity for discomfort rises the fastest”

Haven’t read any of her books, but damn sure need too after watching these clips. Hope ya’ll take something away from this interview. Added one of the TEDX speeches. If you aren’t familiar here’s introducing Brene Brown.

 

 

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“The Four with a Three-Wing

The traits of the Four are in some degree of conflict with the traits of the Three-wing: Fours are introverted, withdrawn, vulnerable and self-aware, whereas Threes are extroverted, popular, well defended, and lack self-awareness. The Four’s search for self is in marked contrats to the Three’s ability to project simulated images to others without regard to the real self. The Four’s fear of exposing itself (in a sense, a fear of success) is the opposite of the Three’s self-display and competitive desire for success. The Four’s introverted self-consciousness contrasts with the Three’s charm and other extroverted social skills.

As conflicting as these two component types are, both are nevertheless concerned with self-esteem issues: the Four tends to have low self-esteem, the Three high self-esteem. Both opposing sets of traits can coexist in the same person, although uneasily. Noteworthy examples of the Four with a Three-wing…

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R.I.P Phife Dawg!!

Bugging out today to celebrate ya life ya legacy. Mr. funkydiabetic.. Can’t give enuff credit. R.I.P

 

[Phife Dawg]
Yo, microphone check one two what is this
The five foot assassin with the ruffneck business
I float like gravity, never had a cavity
Got more rhymes than the one’s got family
No need to sweat Arsenio to gain some type of fame
No shame in my game cause I’ll always be the same
Styles upon styles upon styles is what I have
You wanna diss the Phifer but you still don’t know the half
I sport New Balance sneakers to avoid a narrow path
Messin round with this you catch ?the sizin of em?
I never half step cause I’m not a half stepper
Drink a lot of soda so they call me Dr. Pepper
Refuse to com-pete with BS competition
Your name ain’t Special Ed so won’t you Seckle With the Mission
I never walk the streets, think it’s all about me
Even though deep in my heart, it really could be
I just try my best to like go all out
Some might even say yo shorty black you’re buggin’ out

Q-Tip]
Uhhh, uhhh, uhhh, uh!
Zulu Nation, brothers that’s creation
Minds get flooded, ejaculation
right on the two inch tape
The Abstract poet incognito, runsss the cape
Not the best not the worst and occasionally I curse to get my
point across, so bust, the floss
As I go in betweeen, the grit and the dirt
Listen to the mission listen Miss as I do work, umm
as I crack the, monotone
Children of the jazz so, get your own
Smokin R&B cause they try to do me
or the best of the pack but they can’t do rap
For it’s Abstract, orig-inal
You can’t get your own and that’s, pitiful
I know I’d be the man if I cold yanked the plug
on R&B, but I can’t and that’s bugged

Buggin out, buggin out, buggin out you’re buggin out (repeat 8X)

[Phife Dawg]
Yo when you bug out, you usually have a reason for the action
Sometimes you don’t it’s just for mere satisfaction
People be houndin, always surroundin
Pulsin, just like a migraine poundin
You don’t really fret, you stay in your sense
Come an fight your feeling, of absolute tense
You soar off to another world, deep in your mind
But people seem to take that, as being unkind
“Oh yo he’s acting stank,” really on a regal?
A man of the fame not a man of the people
Believe that if you wanna but I tell you this much
Riding on the train with no dough, sucks
Once again a case of your feet in my Nike’s
If a crowd is in my realm I’m saying — mic please
Hip-hop is living, can’t yank the plug
if you do the result, will end up kind of bugged

[Q-Tip]
Yo, I am not an invalid although I used to smoke the weed out
Ali Shaheed Muhammad used to say I had to be out
Schemin on the cookies with the crazy boomin back buns
Pushin on the real ?hardest? so we can have the big fun
When I left for Rosie I was Boulevard status
Battling a MC was when Tip was at his baddest
It was one MC after one MC
What the world could they be wanting see from little old me
Do I have the formula to save the world?
Or was it just because I used to swipe the women and all the girls
I’m the type of brother with the crazy extended hand kid
Dissed by all my brothers I was all up what my man did
Supposed to be my man but now I wonder cause you’re feeble
I go out with the strongest and I seperate the evils
it’s your brain against my mind, for those about to boot out
All you nasty critters even though you see I bug out

 

Let it glide

 

Pick up on the fact
Take it in stride
Love and devotion
Don’t confide
It’s the tracks of lost emotion
Let it glide
It’s gonna subside
She stole my heart
Loved her from the start

Whatcha gonna do
When I think I’m in love
And I catch my girl doin’ me wrong
Too bad
It’s just enough
To slip back in the start
Like when you get your first ticket
For illegal parking

But don’t you know
It’s no big deal
Take it slow
She’s not for real
Let it go
Fine you know
Until she stole my heart
She stole his heart

But it’s just a misdemeanor
You gotta get-a over it
Oh, he loved her from the start

Love tracks, setbacks
All can come back

Pick up on the fact
Take it in stride
Love and devotion
Don’t confide
It’s the tracks of lost emotion
Let it glide
It’s gonna subside
She stole my heart
Oh, she stole his heart

But it’s just a misdemeanor
You gotta get-a over it
Oh, he loved her from the start

Whatcha gonna do
When I get to the goal
And my friends aren’t tellin’ me
When I’m playin’ the fool

Oh, he loved her from the start
You gotta get over it
Love tracks, set backs
All can come back
Oh, she stole his heart