What exactly is optimism? And what difference does it make if I’m an optimist or not?

What if being selfish was actually a very good thing?

It really doesn’t seem like we are ready to be out in public together among each other. Maybe people have forgotten how to behave?

It seems hard to believe that just the words we use when talking to ourselves could matter so much, doesn’t it?

Give it your all. Give it all of you. I get the meaning. And, you know I have a story for it. This is a long one. Get your coffee, people.

It took someone outside of my view to show me the critical distinction between what is true and the truth.

Life was normal. And then suddenly - it wasn’t. Everything was shut down. At no point last March did I believe that I would still be here.

We want to look better, or act better, or fundamentally do better for ourselves. If only our desire for change was enough to make it so.

No garbage reps. That really keeps me honest during my session. And it really got me thinking. What if we replaced “reps” with “days”?

What are the situations that we encounter that we actually should be giving up on instead of continuing to push through?

Now seems like an opportune time to do a self-check. A mental health review to see how you are doing.

Gratitude is all about being thankful for what you have. Everything from the roof over your head to the slippers under your feet.

Your super powers are the skills and the tools you use to make your way through this world.

I don’t know shuts down what others hear from you. But more importantly, it also shuts down what you are asking of yourself.

Being scared or afraid is normal. Everybody is scared of something. Some of us just have a longer list but, we should find some comfort.

But a simple truth remains: We are not what has happened to us. No traumatic experience, natural disaster, event outside our control or terr

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And what better way to deal with this more isolated time than to dive into a book and allow yourself to be taken away? Here are a few ideas:

When I was a teenager, starting to hang out with friends and stay out later in the evening, my grandmother Rachel offered me a bit of...

So many thoughts and feelings, so little time. Or, so many thoughts and feelings, so MUCH time would be more accurate. We find ourselves...