So let’s break out the power buffer and polish the shit out of this turd. Sometimes life has the strangest way of . . . grabbing you by the throat and reminding you what your purpose is . . .
I will tell you the story of the first patient I ever lost. I'm no stranger to patient death. If you're going to be a nurse (or anyone in the medical field for that matter), it's something you will deal with routinely. This post is in reference to a patient who suffered a critical event while [...]
But once you declare [what you want], oh s#*t. It's on. Are you shaking in your boots, yet? You should be.
. . .he saw something within me that I didn't see within myself, and he knew he would be doing me a great disservice by letting me throw in the towel.
True, passionate, amazing life isn’t for the polished, the refined, the flawless. It’s for getting dirty, making mistakes, and loving yourself and those around you all the more for it.
My friends, this is a story of triumph, success, inspiration, passion and the ultimate life. And it hasn't been written yet. Join me on a journey, for I am going to show you how to get anything you want out of life. Well, now that the lofty promises are out of the way, I have [...]
I've been on a money kick lately. The last several months, through a possibility created through the coaching of friend and mentor, Javier Silva, I identified a huge loss of power around my personal finances, and I put the kibosh on previously unrecognized frivolous spending. I've needed new tires for a while now. I started [...]
Look around you. How many people do you know who effortlessly and authentically convince you that life is absolutely, cosmically, unquestionably as amazing as God intended it to be? Recall the various types of communication you encounter daily. Do you see hope? Do you see joy? Do you see wonder?
The dark wolf was winning by a landslide, so much that I wasn't aware that a white wolf even existed . . . Once you become consciously aware of your recurring thoughts, then your brain patterns slowly become less a matter of coincidence and more a matter of choice.
It is early October of 2012. I am lying alone on the floor of my bedroom for the fourth consecutive day with thoughts of suicide becoming more frequent...