Henry Ford made the comment “you are what you think” many years ago, long before it became fashionable to actually believe the statement may hold some truth. And right now as I sit typing one-handed because I am trussed up like a roast chook, I am pondering what might be the emotional underlying cause of the physical manifestation of my bung shoulder and subsequent useless right arm? It’s an interesting, if not somewhat controversial topic to ponder, the link between the physical and emotional dimensions of self.

Where do you draw the line between a little white lie and deception? Is a little white lie equal to deception when it comes to being authentic? How important is it to be authentic?

It always seems like we never really value the simple things in life, like a thank you.

“Plus ça change, plus c’est la même chose” which, translated means “the more things change, the more they stay the same.” Ironically, here I am twenty something years later doing a lot of the same I did twenty something years ago with a lot of life and learning in between.

If your life isn’t working for you, what are you going to do different or better? Based on Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, a story to determine where you are at in life.