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Mari Kondo sparked a revolution with her book, 'The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing'.  It speaks to the material excess in our life. In a little book with a big idea the instruction is simple.  ...

We spend a lot of time in life waiting. Waiting for opportunities. Waiting for someone or something to change. Waiting for something to show up that we believe we don’t have. In that space of waiting is wanting....

A fork in the road says we can go this way or that way. Yet what if there's an option not listed?  A road straight ahead, free of the constraints of others, the shoulds, the musts, the conformity. Where does it lead? Only you know the answer....

We each have our own map of reality. Within that reality is everything we know and believe. However, the map is not the territory. It's our interpretation of it based on the lens through which we see the world. Shift the lens, shift the outcome....

What happens to you when you hit it? Do you take a step back, regroup, and go again? Do you push on through, believing that might makes right?...

There comes a time when the illusion that something outside of ourselves will make us truly happy begins to shatter. A sign of its disintegration is an uneasiness within ourselves, a sense that something's not quite right.  It can often be hard to put our finger on....

Is there a moment you've been waiting for that never seems to arrive? My husband tells me that Elizabeth Taylor had a cat called 'Tomorrow'. It never came.  I assume he's joking, but the point is taken....

My first full-time job out of school was with a well-known bank. For some unknown reason they made me the office typist. Given I had no idea how to type, it was indeed puzzling and rather stress-inducing....