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Sarah Haykel's picture

The Little Red Fire Hydrant

fire hydrant

When I was a kid, we used to stand outside at the little, red fire hydrant waiting for the school bus.

It was a meeting place.

It was home base.

Hiro Boga's picture

When It's Time To Say Goodbye: On Loving And Leaving

When It's Time to Say Goodbye: On Loving and Leaving

A while ago, my friend moved across the country to the Pacific Northwest, for the summer, to live with her partner in his very sparsely furnished house. When she first moved, she thought she would miss all the things she had left behind. By the end of the summer, though, she realized she loved this new minimalism. She hadn’t missed her possessions at all.

My friend and her sweetheart are getting married, which is a lovely ending to this story of a cross-country journey. However, the thought of having to go back to her old place and deal with all the stuff she owned there was keeping her up at night.

She said: “I’m dreading getting sucked back in to the physical clutter that grabs at me and pulls me in. I wonder if I’ll be able to let go of things once they’re right in front of me.”

Emma French's picture

Biting The Bullet − Taking The Road Less Travelled With Tooth-Related Health

biting the bullet, flying bullet

As I mentioned before, for several months I was confronted by a succession of situations which put me way out of my comfort zone. One of the crumbling edifices I resisted for many months was an abscessed tooth, because the conventional options for its resolution – a root canal or an extraction – did not appeal. There is a ton of information, especially in cyberspace, about alternative treatments for all kinds of illnesses that conventional medicine would have us believe are irreversible, but there seems to be far less available about teeth.

Noah St. John's picture

How Your Brain Is Like Google


Google is the world’s most popular search engine. When you type a word or phrase into its search function, you’re really asking a question: “Hey Google, can you answer this question for me?” It then automatically performs a search to answer what you asked.

Your mind works in exactly the same way. When you ask yourself a question—whether it’s an empowering question or a disempowering one—your mind automatically begins to search for the answer. This is what I call using Afformations, because Afformations are empowering questions that immediately change your thoughts from negative to positive.

Allison Crow's picture

The Brilliant Lesson Of Ebb And Flow

ebb and flow

One of the most important lessons dropped upon me is that there will be highly frustrating times when I just don't feel like myself and the work or a project stubbornly is not ready for me to start or finish it. I hate it and don't like it, but I've come to understand this obstruction to be the surest sign possible that I simply was intended to place my energy somewhere else that afternoon or day. So I sit it aside and learn something else instead. 

Nothing is more frustrating to a high-performing achiever (or anyone aspiring to be) than those exasperating moments, days, or weeks when we are just not firing on all cylinders. No matter how creative we want to be or even have to be, the inspiration is just not there. Of course, what we've been taught to do is struggle on, persevere, and do damn well whatever is necessary to fight and flail our way out of the slump that dogs us.

Jennifer Boykin's picture

How To Live Simply

So, I have this joke that I tell people about myself when I forget to do stuff.  It goes like this:

“Before children, I was really, really smart.  Now, I’m just really, really charming.”

Everybody giggles.  But, my confession is – it’s kinda sorta true.

Michael Eisen's picture

From Limitation To Liberation: A 2 Step Process For Overcoming Internal Obstacles


For many of us, when we are children we are taught many belief systems from our parents, teachers, friends and society as a whole. We are like sponges absorbing everything that we are witnessing, hearing and experiencing. However when we get older and start to carve out our own identity, we often are held back from living the life of our dreams, because of something we were taught to believe as truth by someone else. If we don’t have a certain level of self-awareness, a lot of the time we don’t even realize we are living a life based on someone else’s truth and even someone else’s dreams!

Anna Garrett's picture

Sleep, Creep, Leap: Using “The Work” To Rip The Weeds From Our Lives


My client, Becky, walked into my office last week glowing!  She was clearly NOT the same person I had seen two weeks ago. And the first thing said was:

“All that stuff my ex-husband told me wasn’t true!”

Mmmmmhmmmm….do tell…

Dana Theus's picture

Powerful Women - Does Everyone Get a Trophy?

                                             Powerful Women - Does Everyone Get a Trophy?

Women are renegotiating their relationship with power. The signs are everywhere, from the headlines about Sandberg, Slaughter and Mayer to the celebration of a U.S. Senate sporting 20% women. Warren Buffet says women are a key to economic growth (a trend that’s been supported by research and which we call The Woman Effect). The happy result is that it’s becoming popular to talk about powerful women and this is a stimulating plethora of powerful women posts and lists in the media. WhooHoo!

Hiro Boga's picture

Mr. Flu & Me: A Love Story

A Love Story

For the past week or so, I’ve been visited by a ‘flu virus that finally brought me to my knees, or at least to my bed, on Sunday afternoon. I’ve felt it lurking about for quite some time -- maybe three weeks now.

It started when I woke up one morning and my throat felt like it had had sea salt rubbed into it by a particularly spiny and enthusiastic mollusk. Next, my nose was flooded with a tide that swooshed its way uphill towards my sinuses. This was followed by several mornings when I struggled to climb out of the waves of sleep, only to feel as though I’d turned amphibian and was now living permanently underwater, all sounds muffled by the encroaching tide. 

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