Do you think a lot? I like to think, it keeps me alive. Having the ability to reason is an attribute I’m not willing to give up. But, I also believe that thinking can be a source of discord.

Years ago my mother said to me, 'the problem with you and me is we think too much.' Okaaay. It pissed me off at the time. I had no idea what she was talking about, but over the years, I've come realize she was quite right.

We can spend too much time in our heads. All that churning about that we do, the back and forth – should I do this or should I do that, or the worry that spins us into anxious moments of despair.

Staying in our heads by constant thinking can actually work against us because it doesn’t bring an answer or relief.

I don’t like being inconvenienced.

There, I’ve said it. I’m not proud of it, but dang once I realized this, my life got a lot more joyful.

When I say I don’t like to be inconvenienced, I mean I don’t like being asked to do something I wasn’t planning to do. I can get quite huffy about it. Even my husband asking for my signature to deposit a sum of money into our bank account can cause a huff and an eye roll.

“Really? You want me to stop what I’m doing and sign my name now?”

Of course it’s childish and stupid, but that was my reaction until I was able to identify and become consciously aware of what I was doing. It feels like it took me forever. Again, not proud of it.

Do you ever get the feeling that something is missing from your life? Like if you were to order a mocha ice cream cone and got coffee instead? Part of what you ordered is there, but the parts that give depth of flavor are missing.

I feel like that’s what happens when we live our lives running about going from one task to the next. It’s easy to get caught up in the busy. But is it satisfying? Personally, it leaves me feeling empty.

The way to fill that emptiness is not with more doing. Rather, I feel we're being asked to sit and be with ourselves in a way that is loving and reflects gratitude for all that we are.

Have you ever wondered what it must have been like for your soul to move into your body when you were born? Whenever I think of it, I feel this big expansive mist of love trying to squish itself into a physical form – like trying to get a blown-up balloon into a jar. I expect the soul is a bit more malleable, but still.

I’ve heard that the soul pops in and out while we’re still in utero. Maybe checking things out, getting some measurements and then going back to home base and knowing it will all work when the time comes, but maybe wondering how.

Someone recently posted on Facebook that they did a Twitter survey to see how many people believed they had a soul. She said she was completely shocked to learn that there were people who believed they did not have one. The truth is, we are sovereign human beings and can believe whatever we choose. For me, I believe the soul is me. It’s what breathed my body into life.

But for many of us, even when we believe we have a soul, we forget and this explains a lot.

There are times when I’m in the midst of an experience and I’ll say “Man, this is challenging.” Or I’ll say to someone, “that must have been challenging for you.”It seems like there might be a better word than challenging though because ‘challenge’ means either taking part in a competition with self or with others, being in an unjust or provoked situation.

When we look at events in our life as challenges, are we actually saying that they shouldn’t be happening to us? Do I really mean to say “this sucks, it’s not fair, it shouldn’t be this way?” Maybe so, but isn’t that putting up a wall to higher more loving possibilities?

I think I need to stop and think about this for a minute.
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You're an amazing woman and I'll tell you why. You're a unique, one of a kind superwoman who is the only person alive on planet earth who can be you.
Have you ever thought about what makes you unique? Let me start you off:

Have you ever thought about how amazing the human body is? Honestly, it’s mindboggling.

One of the really cool things I admire about the human body is that it gives us information. Sometimes I think we humans look at our bodies like they’re something we have to endure. But truly, we couldn’t be alive on this planet without it and no matter what our body looks like, we really should be honoring and listening to what it has to tell us. 

For instance, excess weight can be an indication that the body is out of balance.

Are you drinking your eight glasses of water a day? I am, so if you’re looking for me, you’ll likely find me in the bathroom. Sort of just kidding.

But still, each day I fill my liter carafe, drink the water and repeat. Day after day. I try to drink three carafes, but generally it’s more like two and half. It’s roughly the equivalent of a small pond or eight - ten 8 oz glasses.

Why do I do this?