I had always been such a damn Pollyanna.  Ever vigilant to glean a bright side, the notion of “giving up” had never been an option for me.  There was always a glimmer of hope to be found somewhere within.  No matter what was happening around me, or what anyone else said to the contrary, I [...]

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I love people.  It seems most natural for me to strike up a conversation with a cashier, another shopper, someone behind me in line at the bank, or even a woman in the ladies room washing her hands in the sink next to mine.  I do not engage in lengthy conversations with everyone that I [...]

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If I were to explore all the debilitating effects that an overdeveloped concern with ‘what other people think’ has on a person, I could write a book.
I’d rather not focus on the negative aspects that an obsession with outward perception can have on the ability to direct one’s own life.  But if there is a [...]

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