Even for a social media lover, there are days when social media is too, well, social. But sometimes amidst the noise, you’ll find a single beautiful clear message.
Limiting Beliefs: A Tale of Mistaken Identity
For most of my life I had been consumed by negative thinking. This was part of who I was … or rather, who I believed myself to be.
The Quiet of Winter: A Runner’s Reflection
I make it sound oh so beautifully romantic but in all honesty, running is hard for me and I think it always will be, but within that physical struggle, there is something else there that brings me closer to the earth, closer to me.
Inspiration Comes from the Darkest Places
It wasn’t all fairytales and magic and happy endings. Here were real people, grownups, using their imaginations to come up with some really horrible stuff. And this was okay. Their books were getting published. I had to try it.
Coming Out: Revealing Secret Passions
This knee-jerk shame about writing, an activity I hid like masturbation, kept me away from practicing the thing I loved for many years. It was too intimate. When I wrote, it felt like I was touching everything all at once, rolling in mud, needlessly gorging myself.
Random Acts of Hello Counteract Unhappiness
I began my test by simply smiling and saying hello to strangers…No matter how uncomfortable it felt to put my shy little self out there, I would do it anyway.
If Humans Had Tails: Self-Esteem Lessons From Dog Shows
How much different would the lives of humans be if we had tails? Want to feel more confident? Just lift that tail!
Jill Bolte Taylor’s: Stroke Of Insight
Jill Bolte Taylor got a research opportunity few brain scientists would wish for: She had a massive stroke, and watched as her brain functions – motion, speech, self-awareness – shut down one by one. This is an astonishing story of a remarkable woman! About Jill Bolte Taylor About TED.COM Originally posted at synaptici.com January 29, […]
Being Broken, Being Human
The book Olive Kitteridge inspires reflections on “what it means to be human”, the power of words, and a broken stained glass window.
Oh So Human
As far as I know, I am a human. Last time I had an MRI, nobody saw anything alien in my body — or at least nothing that worried them. My blood tests don’t raise eyebrows. It appears my human-ness is valid. But how do I really know?