I have a confession. I am an aspiring perfectionist. I may always have been, and might always be.

It is in my nature to be in balance. That is what I have now learned. The moment that I strive for balance, I am out of balance.

Yesterday, I took a walk by a frozen river while a fresh coat of snow fell gently to the ground.

I have been reminded recently that my life is a canvas, and I am the artist.

A few days ago, I held my newborn nephew for the first time and I noticed how my attention was immediately captivated, unlike ever before.

Mindset is the bridge for me to move from surviving to thriving. And one that I have to continue to cross, as it’s a two way bridge.

The truth is that my journey through life is unpredictable. The question is whether I am willing to see and accept the beauty in this truth.

I see now that the reason that I believe this is because that is the culture and society in which I have grown up in. We all have.

As I have begun to notice what I notice, I have seen my curiosity for understanding why I believe what I do grow.

While on my own path, there are some big decisions and many small decisions that inform where I go.

It is only once I accept the past can I move forward into the future

Machines are predictable, usually reliable and very consistent. Humans are not.

How do I know if something is true?

I woke up with no electricity and no water in the place I was staying.

It is quite effortless for my mind to imagine.