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Down the Rabbit Hole
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What Were You Thinking?
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Do you believe that your thoughts create your reality? That what you think about you bring about? While what you think does have significance, I believe that there is more to the story.

Daily Miracles
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When diagnosed with an illness, one might easily pray for the miracle in the form of a cure. If all I focused on was this miracle, I might have missed out on all the daily miracles in my life.

Is Dying Failure?
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What it feels like to face mortality when it staring you right in the face?

Life on Life's Terms
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This is a reflection on Robert Ohotto's question, "Can you accept life on Life's terms?"

I Didn't Know I Needed to Change...Until I Did
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The Ancient Greek philosopher, Heraclitus, is quoted to have said, "The only constant is change." Still we resist. What is your relationship like with change?

Fifteen Minutes
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"What would you do if you only had 15 minutes to live?" It wasn't the question from Dr. Bernie Siegel, but rather my answer that started the neurosynaptic reflection process. I wondered, "What is it about joy or lack of joy, that affects a person's overall well-being?"

Just Keep Paddling
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I can harness the wind, but I cannot change its force or direction. I can accept my fate, while I co-create my destiny. Is the diagnosis of cancer my fate combined with my destiny? It feels like I am paddling into the wind.

Who is Answering?
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November 2012 I was in New York City, attending Robert Holden's Success course. A cancer diagnosis in 2020 has left me wondering once again, what being successful really means to me. Guided to re-listen his audio book, Authentic Success, I heard the question, "What do you want?" My response this time was, "It all depends on who in me is answering?"

It's Not Personal
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Many people were as surprised about me being diagnosed with cancer as I was. Perhaps it was because if it could happen to me, it could happen to them. That was how I felt by the death of Laura Harris. She was just fifty-three (my age now). She was active and outgoing. It was her death almost 12 years ago, that taught me not to wait to live life. She also taught me to swim better, helping me to make it through the 1.5 km half-ironman swim. How does someone not take cancer personally, when it has so much potential to lead to death?
