Feeling like the world owes you something removes your own sense of accountability for shaping your happiness. Make a conscious decision to cultivate happiness in your life. The world could really use more happy people right now.
Joy is a deep-rooted feeling of ultimate contentment. Joy shows itself on your face, and in your actions. How often do you feel joy? Do you even think about it? What brings you joy? What causes you to feel peace and contentment? I recently made a commitment to search out joy in each and every day.
nd I'd give myself a solid 8/10 at life. It's just that remaining 2/10 that's sometimes missing. This other 20 per cent is, in my opinion, the zest of life. It's those moments you get caught up in and find yourself wondering if this is really your life -- is it actually possible to be this excruciatingly happy?
I am awake late again tonight, longtime sleep warrior that I am. Sleep and I, we have not yet found a way to comfortable exist together. I am forever hopeful. Bouts of insomnia tend to make one feel isolated, cut off from the world, so I try, these dark hours, to think of all the other people awake right now.
When my brother Niel and I were young, we begged our parents for a dog. After finally wearing them down, they said "yes" and
Do you long for the good old days of childhood when things seemed much simpler, easier, more joyful and laid back? Maybe it never was that way for you, but it can be "yet to come" by simply reinstating a sense of wonder in your life. Arianna Huffington advocates wonder as an antidote to daily stress.
At first, I was a skeptic. I'd read the blogs, the warnings and the curses that were written about Elf on the Shelf. I could feel the hate. This elf would leave terror and anarchy in his wake. He'd behave badly. In short, he'd be a pain in the...
As I reflect on my past experiences, I understand and have internalized the importance of making positive choices. I know that I generalize, but I truly believe that the more choices we make, the more alive we feel, and the more alive we feel, the healthier our choices.
I have been feeling it all week -- like a balloon expanding far past its limit. It pushes on my chest and squeezes my lungs
Barry and I were both 17 when we met. We had just finished high school. I was dealing with my tragedy -- the death of my mother and two younger sisters. Barry was an orphan, responsible for his older brother with special needs. And there we stood, in the "Land of Oz" at the start of the "Yellow Brick Road" -- the beginning of our journey together.