Positivity

The people who irritate us most are often the unpaid teachers we never would have hired.
There once was Miss Cranklepants, Mayor of Sigh Town, Who wore her complaints like a glittering crown. “That fellow’s too noisy! That lady’s too loud! And don’t get me started on That Smirking Crowd!”

There’s a question I’ve been carrying around with me lately. What if joy isn’t something we find? What if it’s something we become available to? For most of my life, I believed joy was largely a matter of circumstance. It arrived with good news, vacations, falling in love, a new home – things like that. […]

Most of us know that we can choose what we eat, what we wear, where we go, and how we spend our money. But we often forget one of the most important choices we make every day: We can choose what we think about. This is the idea behind a book I am currently writing, called Thought Selection…

What if the media and medical industry got aging backwards? What if our brains and even our creative abilities did not fade as we age, but actually increase? The latest neuroscience studies have proven that your brain does not lose its ability to create your dream lifestyle as you age. It gets…

Oh life is a puzzle with pieces askew, With socks that go missing (just one of the two).
With glasses misplaced on top of your head,
And thoughts that arrive… then promptly have fled. We laugh at ourselves (or at least we should try), At keys in the fridge or the why of the why…

Something shifts as you move into this stage of life. Situations that once felt manageable begin to feel heavier. Conversations that used to roll off your back now linger. You find yourself less willing to tolerate emotional chaos, even in small doses…

Whatever age you are in life, nothing is perfect. If you are 16, you may be deciding your future, taking exams, trying to fit in, building relationships, or maybe wondering how to cover up an enormous pimple. If you are in your 30s, you might be struggling to buy a home/have somewhere to live…

There’s something I’ve come to notice as I’ve gotten older, and once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. It is this basic truth: We don’t give ourselves much credit. When I look back on my life, the facts are there. I built and ran businesses. I bought, remodeled, and sold twenty-six homes. I earned a pilot’s license. I played in bands…

We have this obsession with needing to know what we want at all stages of our lives. And it doesn’t fade with age. In fact, sometimes it gets louder. There’s a subtle expectation that by now, by this stage of life, we should feel certain. Settled. Complete. As though we’ve arrived at a final version of ourselves…

Some years ago, I was living in an old cottage, on a farm in France. One day, driving back from the boulangerie, I spotted a tiny bird in the lane, just by my house. I stopped the car and, using a towel, picked it up and placed it gently in the hedgerow. The following morning, I heard a strange noise at my front door, and when I opened it…