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What if we gave thanks as often as we picked up our devices just to scroll aimlessly down our Instagram/Facebook feed? What if it was just as subconscious or thoughtless? They say it takes 21 days to create a habit. Can you remember to stop and give thanks for something every day for 21 days? Certainly we have more than 21 possessions or happenings in our daily lives to be grateful for, so why not voice it? The more you practise the art of gratitude, not just for big things b

I cannot believe it’s that time already–that time of year when we slow down, revisit, and reflect on all that the year has brought us. The sun is setting on 2015, and if there was ever a year when I really, really, wanted to get this down on…er…computer, it is definitely this one. But where do I begin? Do I start with the bad? Do I focus only on the good? Do I give thanks for the balance? Yes, yes, and yes. Because the ups and downs have been in full swing this year and you c

Can we talk about the law of attraction for a minute? I was talking to a friend of mine the other day and mentioned how crazy it is, when he let me know that he had never heard of it. Immediately, I thought, well I certainly don’t mind being the first to tell you about it. And that I did. Now, I’m going to tell everyone. I want everyone to understand the power they have in this universe. We spend enough time fretting over things we cannot control and never will be able to, so

A series of events led to me sitting in my car at the end of my lunch break, reaching into the door pocket to pull out a card I was instructed to not read until that moment. I had absolutely no idea what to expect from it, but when I was done – and after a conversation with a close friend, every thing became clear. Suddenly, because of this card, everything that has happened in my life up until this very moment now makes complete sense. As I got back into my office and turned

I never ever wanted to do this. But enough people have been telling me to let these feelings out the best way I know how, so here’s to a few moments of vulnerability and frailty in prose. The gloves are off, the gun is buried in a shallow grave outside and there’s nothing around except me and this mirror. No shots being fired, no more fighting alone — just me and a couple weeks of emotional reflection in front of a mirror at home; showing me the person looking back at me is s