I'm Perfect. We're All Perfect.

My Awesome Career Has Been Nothing But Chaos. Whatever Comes Toward Me Feels Like The Right Thing To Do In The Moment And That's Great.

It's Okay To Be Two Things At Once And A Paradox. Everybody Is. As Humans For Survival We Like To Label Things In A Split Second. It Is How We Don't Implode From Anxiety.

I'm Really Grateful That My Baby Daddy Is Incredibly Involved. But There's Certain Things I Wish He Could Just Telepathically Know.

There Is A Lot Of Kissing In 'boeing-boeing.' A Lot! And Not Pecks On The Cheek Or Lips - Although There's Some Of That, Too - But Full-on, Farcical Lip Locks. My Poor Husband. He Definitely Wasn't Prepared For As Much Smooching As There Is.

I Feel Grateful That The Person I End Up Working With A Lot Is Paul Rudd. He's A Prince Among Men, And So Talented, And Generous, And Effortless.