How Do You Want To Be Remembered?

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, 

people will forget what you did, 

but people will never forget how you made them feel." 

                                           - Maya Angelou 

I love words.  The above quote by Maya Angelou may be one of my favorites of all time.  Words have so much power.  They urge us to open our minds to new ideas, new perspectives and allow us to think differently and in turn, our lives improve.  Just changing the way you think about something has potential to change your life in a profound way and trigger new opportunities for expansion, growth and healing.

I have learned that your life is not defined by your achievements, successes, wealth, reputation or even how clean your house is...it's defined by the number of souls you touch and connect with, the amount of lives, both people and animals, that are made better for having crossed your path.  

How many people would say that they are better off for having known you?  What will people say about you after you are gone?  How will they remember you?  Picture yourself at your own funeral or memorial service and ask yourself what do you want people to say about you?  How do you want your loved ones to describe how you lived your life?  What do you want your family, friends, acquaintances and even strangers to say about the kind of person you were?

Think about it, decide what you want your legacy to look and feel like and live from that place now.  Because life gives no guarantees and waiting for one more second to live the way you want to be remembered may be one second too late.

"A Mind of Your Own" by Dr. Kelly Brogan, MD

When in doubt, look UP!

It's hard to believe that at this time last year I was deep in the throes of a medical crisis so severe, so terrifying that I feared I would not come out of it alive.  I have never felt so alone, so hopeless and if continuing to share my personal journey saves just one person from that hell, than it will be well worth it to me.  

Over the course of many months, I was misdiagnosed multiple times by several different doctors and specialists.  Every single doctor I saw gave me yet another prescription.  One diagnosis was particularly disturbing and made by several of the physicians with whom I consulted...I was told that I had a form of delusional schizophrenia called "Delusion of Parasitosis" or DOP.  And each time this diagnosis of DOP was unceremoniously delivered, after less than 10 minutes of speaking with me and little or no physical exam, I was given one thing: a prescription for an extremely powerful anti-psychotic medication called Zyprexa.  

The scary thing is that only one of those doctors was actually a psychiatrist - and he was also the first doctor who told me that he believed I was actually suffering from Chronic Lyme, not DOP. Later, I came to find out how many Lyme patients have the exact same experience of being wrongfully diagnosed,  not just with DOP, but many other forms of mental illness as well and prescribed all sorts of dangerous, mind-altering, psychoactive drugs. Thankfully, even in my weakened and confused state, I just knew that psychiatric meds were the absolute last thing I needed and I refused to take them. I don't even like to think about what would have happened to me if I had followed the advice of those doctors. 

All of these months later, I am on the path to complete healing and all without the use of anything pharmaceutical, chemical, or toxic in any way. On the contrary, one of the key components to restoring my health has been to completely detoxify and restore balance to every system in my body holistically and naturally.  This has led me to rethink everything I have ever been taught to believe about Western medicine.

Today I started reading a book that, in the very first chapter, echoed many of the thoughts and suspicions that have been swirling around in my mind for months...I can already tell that this book is going to change my life in a very profound way. 

The book is called "A Mind of Your Own", written by Dr. Kelly Brogan, M.D. Dr. Brogan studied cognitive neuroscience at MIT before receiving her MD from Weill Cornell Medical College. Board certified in psychiatry, psychosomatic medicine, and integrative holistic medicine, she is one of the only doctors in the nation with these qualifications. 

Needless to say, Dr. Brogan is no quack and has credentials up the wazoo.  But even more impressive to me is her courage to speak the truth and stand up to some very powerful and often intimidating entities, i.e. the AMA, CDC, Big Pharma, and mainstream medical organizations just to name a few.  By writing this book, Dr. Brogan is essentially putting her professional reputation, career and personal well-being at risk, all for the sake of helping others. I haven't even made it to Chapter Two and already this woman is my hero!  

An excerpt from the first chapter...

"...let me be the first to tell you that the only path to a real solution is to leave the medical world you know behind. This, the journey I will take you on, is not just about symptom suppression, it's about health freedom. First let me tell you that I was once a typical doctor, not to mention a typical American who loved pizza, soda, birth control, and ibuprofen. My message is from a personal journey and thousands of hours of research that has compelled me to share the truth about prescription-based care: we've been duped.

Yes, my entire training was based on the model of disease care that offers patients only one tool - a drug - and never a shot at true wellness. We've handed over our health to those who seek to profit from it, and we've been buying into a paradigm based on the following notions:

• We are broken.
• Fear is an appropriate response to symptoms.
• We need chemicals to feel better.
• Doctors know what they are doing.
• The body is a machine requiring calibration (via drugs). A little too much of this, too little of that.

I call this collective set of notions the Western Medical Illusion. It sets up a vicious system the ushers you into lifelong customer status, dependent and disempowered.
As you can likely guessed by now, I love to rant. But I do so with the best evidence science could offer, and there's a lot we know today about the real root cause of depression - and how to treat the condition safely and successfully - without a prescription pad. If there's one lesson I will drive home, it's this: shed the fear, take back your inner compass, and embrace a commitment to your best self medication free. Even if you don't already take a prescription drug, I bet you still doubt living the rest of your life prescription free and reliant on your own inner intuition to know what's best for you. The idea of supporting your body's innate wisdom may sound quaint at best, or like dangerous hippie woo-woo at worst. From now on, I want you to embrace these new ideas:

• Prevention is possible.
• Medication treatment comes at a steep cost.
• Optimal health is not possible through medication.
• Your health is under your control.
• Working with lifestyle medicine- simple everyday habits that don't entail drugs - is a safe and effective way to send the body a signal of safety.

How can I make these statements, and what do I mean by lifestyle medicine? You're going to find out in this book, and I'll be presenting the scientific proof to answer questions you may have and to satisfy the doubtful. When I meet a woman and her family, I speak about how to reverse her anxiety, depression, mania, and even psychosis. We map out the timeline that brought her where she is and identify triggers that often fall under one or more of the following categories: food intolerances or sensitivities, blood sugar imbalances, chemical exposures, thyroid dysfunction, and nutrient deficiency. I forge a partnership with my patient and witnessed dramatic symptom relief within 30 days. I do this by teaching my patients how they can make simple shifts in their daily habits, starting with the diet. They increase nutrient density, eliminate inflammatory foods, balance blood sugar, and bring themselves closer to food in its ancestral state. It's the most powerful way to move the needle, because food is not just fuel. It is information (literally: 'it puts the form into your body'), and its potential for healing is a wonder to me, every single day." 

And...

"Psychiatry remains the wastebasket for the shortcomings of conventional medicine in terms of diagnosing and treating.  If doctors can't explain your symptoms, or if the treatment doesn't fix the problem and further testing doesn't identify a concrete diagnosis, you'll probably be referred to a psychiatrist or, more likely, be handed a prescription for an antidepressant by your family doctor.  If you are very persistent that you still need real help, your doctor might throw an anti-psychotic at you as well." 

O.M.G!!!  That is exactly what happened to me and countless others!!!

Right on, Dr. Brogan! You are a shining example of what it means to take The Hippocratic Oath...what it means to be a physician who truly cares about the well being of her patients...what it means to be a human being who emulates compassion, morality and quality of character.  I applaud your efforts to educate and empower and commend you for your honesty and for your bravery in the face of some pretty serious and threatening adversaries.  And I haven't even made it to Chapter Two!!!

This book is going to open people's minds to the truth about conventional medicine and the influence of Big Pharma and in my opinion, has the potential to change the world.  At the very least, it will dramatically influence the lives of many and empower them to take their health into their own hands in order to feel better and start living life the way it was meant to be lived: drug-free and feeling good, without constant fear of impending doom.

My advice to you is this: 

Go get yourself a copy of Dr. Brogan's book and decide for yourself - it may just save your life!! 

Bring Love.

"I did then what I knew how to do.  Now that I know better, I do better."

                                                                                                - Maya Angelou

Bring love.  Bring only love.  Watch miracles unfold. 

In the presence of love, hatred cannot exist, just as darkness cannot exist in the presence of light.  Illuminate a dark room and the light takes over, as if the darkness never even existed.  

On the other hand, hatred in the presence of hatred grows exponentially.  The same is true for anger, judgement, resentment, criticism, jealousy and anything else that is not love.  

Responding to hatred with hatred only creates more hatred.  Responding to being hurt by inflicting pain only creates even more hurt, more pain.  Responding to being judged by criticizing results in much, much more of the same.  We must ask ourselves...is this really what we want?

By bringing love, compassion and understanding into every single situation, no matter how difficult, we can change the world.  

We've all heard the phrase "Love conquers all" a thousand times, to the point that we've become desensitized to what it really means.  In the past, when hearing those words or anything else conveying a similar message, I would think to myself, "Really nice sentiment and I wish it were that simple - but life is much more complicated" - or something along those lines.

But recently it has become glaringly obvious to me that the concept of love being the answer to absolutely everything is not only accurate, it's crucial for all of us to not only acknowledge and recognize this as truth, but to practice it in our own lives as much as we possibly can.

I believe that at the very core of every kind gesture, act of compassion and understanding, generous offering and even friendly smile toward a fellow human being  is love defined.  I also believe that love is synonymous with the miraculous, therefore in order for miracles to occur, love must be present.

For as long as I can remember, long before I had children of my own, I identified myself as a mother.  When I was a little girl, perhaps influenced by The Brady Bunch, I decided I would have six children.  I believe I even shared this with my future husband on our very first date.  Surprisingly enough, he didn't run for the nearest exit!

Soon after the arrival of our twin girls, I realized that perhaps three children was enough - but I knew that being a mother was what I was meant to do.  I loved every minute of it (well, maybe not every minute!)...motherhood simultaneously lived up to, exceeded and transcended every expectation I had ever had about it.  It was more wonderful, more difficult, more challenging, more heart-wrenching and more life-changing than I could have ever imagined in my wildest dreams.  To me, similar to experiencing the death of a close loved one, there are no words that could ever do justice to what it feels like to be a mother.

From the moment our son Jake was born on August 14, 2002, I have woken up each morning with one goal: to be the best mother I could possibly be.  That hasn't changed - but there is something that has changed drastically - the way in which I go about achieving that goal.

Life is about growth and with that growth comes expansion in every form: emotional, mental, physical and spiritual.  In my case, expansion brought with it many gifts, the most important of which, for me, is the wisdom and awareness to see with clarity, without any doubt, what is important in this life, not only as a mother, but as a human being.  For that, I am so very grateful.

As a mom, being chronically ill is a particularly devastating and stressful form of torture.  This is one of the reasons I find it so mind-blowing that anyone could ever entertain the idea that we have chosen this path, that we have chosen to watch our children suffer from the collateral damage of our illness.  The negative attention alone would be the only deterrent needed to make that theory impossible.

I was lucky enough to have a truly amazing role model when it comes to being a mother...my own.  My mom gave me many gifts but I think the most significant is this: when she looked at me, what I saw reflected in her eyes was always beauty and love, no matter what the situation.  Not just physically, but beautiful in every way.  I knew that no matter what I did, that would never change.  I felt loved, acknowledged, valued and most importantly, seen, in such an unconditional way that I experienced that feeling in every cell of my body - and I still do.  My mother has been gone physically from this earth for over twelve years and I still feel her unconditional love on such a deep, cellular level that my entire body tingles just thinking about it.  What greater, more valuable gift can we ever hope to give our children?  A gift that never dies, a gift that will stay with our children long after we are gone.  That is love in it's very purest form.

Even on the days that I couldn't get out of bed, I could still give this gift of love to my children.  I may not have been able to do all the things for them that I usually did, the things that I once believed to be the very definition of being a "good" mom, but no matter how sick I was, I could look each one of them in the eye, give them my full attention, see their beautiful essence and reflect that back to them to carry with them throughout their day.  I could still give them the gift of being loved so unconditionally that they knew with every fiber of their being that there was no bad grade, no disappointment or failed expectation, no mistake or failure, big or small, that could ever change that.  The thing that I realized recently is that I can do that better now than I could before my illness.

I remember days that I truly thought I was dying.  In those dark moments, the thought of death almost seemed like it would be a welcome relief from the pain I was in.  If not for my three kids, I may have just given up - but I knew I had to keep fighting for their sake.  In some of my darkest moments, I allowed my mind to wander, wondering if, in the event that the worst should happen, would my children remember how much I loved them?  Would they know it deep in their souls, just as I know how much my mom loved me?

After everything that has happened, I will never have to worry about that again.  I know that they know. I know they know that they they are my very first thought when I wake up in the morning and my very last thought as I drift off to sleep at night.  I know they know that if I'm ever not able to attend one of their soccer games, school events, or anything else that is important to them that it is not by choice.  I know they know that if given the choice, I always, always choose them.  I know they know that I love them more than anything or anyone on the planet and that there is nothing in this life that I would not do for them.  And I know they know that I have no other expectation or wish for them except to be who they are, find their passion, and to be happy.  For me, this knowledge is priceless and fills me with a peace I've never known.

Over the course of the last few years, both prior to and throughout the onset of the acute phase of my illness, I went through some situations in my personal life resulting in very intense emotional trauma, some of the worst pain, heartbreak and feelings of betrayal I have ever experienced.  As a result, I became very angry and resentful and in my mind it was very justified.  And maybe it was. But I now know that responding to anything, no matter how hurtful it may be, with more negativity can only lead to more pain, which it did. The fact that the degree of physical illness and emotional trauma intersected and manifested in the way it did was not a coincidence, it was an inevitability.

 I can't help but wonder...perhaps if I knew then what I know now, things may have turned out differently.  But in the next moment I realize...I wouldn't change a thing.

A Good Day Is Worth Celebrating

"The moments of happiness we enjoy take us by surprise.  

It is not that we seize them, but that they seize us."

                                                      - Ashley Montagu

If my journey with Chronic Lyme Disease has taught me anything, it's to celebrate a day of feeling good because although I hope with all my heart and soul that it's the start of a new trend, I know that there are no guarantees.  Today is one of those days.  Eckley, my sweet pup, and I went on a long hike and I took these pictures to document this day because I want to remember that on March 18, 2016 I felt like a normal person for the first time in over a year.  I will never again take these moments for granted and I'm not going to spend it worrying about tomorrow.  Today, life is beautiful and I'm going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure of it as possible!

"It is one of the most beautiful compensations of this life that no man can sincerely 

try to help another without helping himself...Serve and thou shall be served."

                                                              - Ralph Waldo Emerson

"No one can ask another to be healed.  But he can let himself be healed, and thus offer the other what he has received.  Who can bestow upon another what he does not have?  

And who can share what he denies himself?"

                                                                         - A Course in Miracles 

But there is a part of me that feels guilty because I know there are so many people out there who are plagued with pain, debilitating exhaustion and a litany of other symptoms that make each day almost more than they can bear.  They are struggling to see even a glimmer of hope that they will ever experience feeling good, or even normal, again.  Most are isolated and alone as the controversial nature of this disease tends to drive friends and even family members away.  I know many of these amazingly brave and resilient humans personally and it literally breaks my heart because I know that feeling all too well.  

My message to all of my fellow Lyme warriors out there is this: I will never forget about you, I will never stop fighting and educating and screaming at the top of my lungs for you to get the help and acknowledgement that you so desperately need and deserve.  I'm in this to the end, no matter what happens.  And if I do continue on this path of wellness, I am living proof that there is hope for you too!

It's hard to say exactly what has made the difference for me because I've tried so many different treatments and supplements but most recently I did participate in an eight-course ozone protocol in combination with several professional colonic treatments.  I have also added bone broth to my diet on a daily basis and started taking an anti-fungal supplement consisting of herbs from the Amazon.  I can't say if it was one or all of these things together that have made the difference but I am just overwhelmed with gratitude to be feeling this much better, even if it's just for today.  I'll take it!

Carry on, Lyme warriors...we got this!  Your best moments are ahead of you...believe it and it shall be. 

"...the spirit reveals itself to everyone with the same intensity and consistency, but only warriors are consistently attuned to such revelations." 

                                                                  - don Juan Matus 

The Power of What We Cannot See

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, 

people will forget what you did, 

but people will never forget how you made them feel."

                                                    - Maya Angelou (1928-2014)

What motivates you?

This question may be more important than you realize and may actually have a direct impact on the achievement of a desired outcome.  If your motivation is ego-based, you may not get what you truly desire.  On the other hand, if your motivation is purely derived from unconditional love and the desire to assist, teach, or inspire others, chances are that you will have a much higher likelihood of obtaining what you truly want, which may take many forms but always ultimately boils down to happiness.

As humans, we are designed to desire certain things - it's in our DNA.  We all want to feel loved unconditionally, accepted for exactly who we are, heard, appreciated, acknowledged and understood - and we all want to be seen.  It occurs to me that perhaps we sometimes go about getting what we want in a way that seems perfectly obvious and intuitive but in reality leads us in the opposite direction.  We end up feeling frustrated, depressed, hopeless and lonely, asking ourselves what went wrong.  We had such good intentions so why aren't they being received in the way we wanted or expected?

Perhaps the reason is something we can't experience with our five senses...perhaps it's all about the energy behind the motivation, that elusive feeling that fuels an intention which leads us to act in a certain way.  For example, if someone does something nice for you but they are doing it out of obligation or to avoid feeling guilty, doesn't that feel a lot different than if someone does the exact same act out of kindness and love without expectation of anything in return?  We may not even be consciously aware that we are picking up on the nuances of each situation, but ultimately we are much more likely to appreciate the latter.

I think there are people who go through life not realizing that the reason they often feel unappreciated, unheard, unloved, etc. is simply a reflection of that phenomenon.  They do and say all of the right things expecting respect and appreciation in return and when that doesn't happen they become frustrated, angry and fraught with self-pity.  What they don't realize is that other people can feel the energy that fuels the intention and that energy will directly impact their reaction to it.

I think this applies to all aspects of life, including parenthood.  As a parent, if you encourage your child to do something that you think will bring them joy, that child can feel it on a very visceral level .  On the other hand, if your motivation as a parent is more ego-based, for example wanting your child to succeed in order to feed your ego or make you feel better about yourself, your child feels that too - and it's not a positive or empowering feeling.

In my opinion, too many parents view their children as extensions of themselves.  They are much too invested in the successes and failures of their kids and don't allow them enough autonomy to make their own choices and to deal with consequences of those choices, good or bad.  I think this can be very dangerous because it puts way too much pressure on kids to make their parents happy instead of following their own path.  Successes become shared successes and failures are often devastating, leading to depression, low self-esteem and prevents kids from becoming self-sufficient.  Parents are not for leaning - they are to make leaning unnecessary.

Ultimately, if our actions are dependent on a specific outcome, whether it be appreciation, reciprocation, respect, or even just a thank you, our efforts often won't be well received and we will end up disappointed and confused.

I think the key is to try to live life from your heart, with an open mind and no expectations of any kind.  To quote Dr. Wayne Dyer, "Have a mind that is open to everything and attached to nothing."

We cannot underestimate the power of what we cannot see...in my opinion, it's everything.

Welch's Grape Juice, Where Have You Been All My Life?

This is a love letter of sorts, albeit an unconventional one, but a love letter nonetheless.  The object of my affection: Welch's 100% Concord Grape Juice.  Yep, you heard me correctly.  I am in love with grape juice.

To know me well is to know this well: I do not like barf.  Actually, I hate barf.  With a passion.  Not just hate - I fear barf.  I have an intense and debilitating fear of vomit and/or vomiting and anything related to said vomit (i.e. nausea, gagging, coughing or any sounds that sound like someone barfing, hospitals where people might be barfing, roller coasters with possible barfers, barf bags in airplanes, people barfing in airplanes, people barfing anywhere, people with heat stroke in line at The Oprah Winfrey Show in an unusually warm February in Chicago who barf directly in front of me - you get the idea).  I shudder as I write these words.

This is not an exaggeration.  I have had this fear my entire life.  I do not remember a time that I did not live in fear of barf.  I have vivid memories from my childhood of lying in bed, paralyzed with fear and praying with all my heart and soul not to throw up, even offering God all sorts of things in return for not vomiting.  I know this may sound strange to most people but I am truly terrified to throw up and to be anywhere near anyone else who is experiencing the slightest twinge of nausea.  The mere mention of it will send me into a full on panic attack.

If I happen to be unfortunate enough to be in the vicinity of vomit and see it, hear it, or smell it, (gasp!) I will take off running faster than poop through a goose.  If you don't believe me, just ask my best friend Jessie or my sister Christie...they have lots of good stories on this topic, most of which are quite comical in retrospect.  But at the time I was seriously traumatized.

When I became a mom, I knew I could no longer avoid the dreaded vomit.  Unless my kids were superhuman, they were inevitably going to throw up at some point - and I was going to have to deal.  Not only that, but I was going to have deal without my usual crying, hysterical panic attack in order to avoid traumatizing my poor babies and creating more puke-phobics.  Trust me, I spent many a sleepless night trying to figure out how exactly I was going to navigate this particular predicament.

I have always felt that my issue with vomit falls into the category of a true phobia.  My husband, on the other hand, has always scoffed at this notion and accuses me of being overly dramatic about my aversion to barf.  "Nobody likes it", he argues. "Just because you don't like it doesn't mean you have a phobia." Well, guess what?  The struggle is REAL!  It is actually a form of panic disorder and it has a name...emetophobia!

Emetophobia: an intense, irrational fear or anxiety pertaining to vomiting.  This specific phobia can also include subcategories of what causes the anxiety, including a fear of vomiting in public (check!), a fear of seeing vomit (check!), a fear of watching the action of vomiting (check!) or fear of being nauseated (check!).  

Yes!  Check to all of the above. Total vindication.  So now that we've established the fact that I am definitely "emetophobic", let's get to the good news: I think I may have stumbled upon...wait for it....a possible preventative and theraputic measure, or even, dare I say it....CURE for the dreaded, most heinous of all things that exist on this planet: the stomach flu.

Last Tuesday night, my 10-year old daughter Sofia woke me at 4am to tell me that she had thrown up and "didn't make it to the toilet". Needless to say, these were not words I enjoy hearing.  Since having kids, I have learned to be a pretty good actress and managed to hold it together for her sake.  Seriously, a mother's love knows no bounds - only for my child could I endure the agony of cleaning up vomit.  I held my breath and did what I needed to do while simultaneously envisioning my other two children joining in on the fun at any moment.  Occasionally, I would allow the most horrific thought of all to enter my consciousness...I think you know what I mean.  As you can imagine by now, this whole thing is my idea of hell on earth.  In my head, I was screaming "Help me! Please help me! I am not equipped for this!".

By some miracle we survived the night with no more casualties, but poor little Sofia did not stop throwing up/dry heaving for 12 straight hours - she couldn't even keep ice chips down.  I became obsessed with sanitizing my house, cleaning surfaces, washing linens like a mad woman and turning on both of my UV air purifiers at full blast.  Unfortunately I was well aware that these practices had been strictly adhered to in the past with results that were in a word, unsuccessful. To put it mildly.  Mass vomitus always ensued.  I was doomed.

I almost gave up hope until I stumbled upon a miraculous little nugget of information that would change everything and restore peace in my world.  According to many, many moms out there in this amazing thing we call the world wide web, there is a sure-fire way to prevent the stomach flu from wreaking havoc on your life...Welch's 100% Grape Juice.  Here's one of the testimonials I found online:

http://musthavemom.com/2012/01/stomp-out-stomach-flu-with-grape-juice.html

Of course, I immediately ran out and bought several jugs of the stuff and forced it down my family's throats (not hard since it actually tastes pretty good and I don't usually let them drink juice).   Well, it's now one week later and no sign of vomit anywhere!!  (I really hope I didn't just jinx myself...) I simply cannot believe I have lived almost 45 years without the benefit of this information!!!

I LOVE YOU WELCH'S GRAPE JUICE!!!!

Although it might be premature to declare victory, I just had to share this because I know that even parents who aren't afflicted with emetophobia don't enjoy it when the stomach flu decides to pay their household a visit.

No need to thank me...a world with less barf is the only thanks I need. :-)

2015: That's a Wrap

"The essential lesson I've learned in life is to just be yourself.  Treasure the magnificent being that you are and recognize first and foremost you're not here as a human being only.  

You're a spiritual being having a human experience." 

                                                                   - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer (1940-2015)

When I think about where I was a year ago, I can't believe how far I've come and how many important lessons were crammed into a mere twelve months time.  In many ways, it was the worst of years, and yet simultaneously the best, most significant year of my life.  Basically, it was a real doozy.

And although I can't say I was all that sad to wrap it up, 2015 brought with it many gifts that I will carry with me for the rest of my life.  I advance confidently into 2016 feeling transformed, invigorated, excited for the future and most importantly, I feel free - free to be who I am without pause or hesitation and I accept myself completely, as I am, flaws and all.

Here are my Top Twenty Best Lessons of 2015:

20. It's not about what happens to us in life...it's about how we react to it.  Successful, happy people make the most out of every situation and circumstance that comes their way.

19. It's more important to be kind than right.

18. Changing the way you look at things changes everything.

17. When you follow your bliss, you will find your passion.  Your passion is your purpose and everyone has one.  Everyone.  Find yours.

16. Happiness does not necessarily follow success, but success almost always follows happiness.

15. Being of service to others creates happiness and satisfaction in your life beyond measure.

14. What other people think of you is none of your business.

13. The greatest, most profound gifts come from life's most devastating and challenging struggles.

12. Sometimes the entire house of cards has to come crashing down in order to rebuild it stronger and better than it was before.

11. Trust your intuition to guide you in the right direction - do not let other people's thoughts and beliefs control your life, including those in positions of authority.  You know yourself better than anyone else so trust your instincts.  Avoid 'shoulds' and 'have to's' at all costs.  You don't have to do anything.

10. Guilt and fear are useless emotions.  Get rid of them.

9. It is not your place to judge other people - they are on a journey you know nothing about.  When you judge others, you only define yourself.

8. Things are not always as they seem.

7. Kindness and compassion are everything.  Be kind as much as possible.

6. We all come from the same place - we are all One.

5. Be open to everything and attached to nothing.

4. We must first love and accept ourselves before we can love and accept others.

3. Critical, judgmental people are only revealing the criticisms and judgments they give to themselves and are most likely in need of the most compassion.

2. There is always hope.  Always.  Nothing is a done deal or a lost cause.  Never give up.  There is sunshine behind those clouds.

1. Be fearless.  All is well.

There are many, many more but these are the ones that stand out for me.  Hello 2016, I can't wait to see what you have in store for me this year...

Happy New Year to all!!