Hello friends,

In preparing for the new year, I've been working on a daily mission statement for how I intend to manifest my Best Life. I've pasted my latest version below (it gets tweaked a little every day based on what I'm thinking about). If you have done something similar or want to write a personal mission statement, I would love to hear how others are seeking to achieve their "Best Lives". Please share your thoughts about the daily decisions and actions you will implement to move you toward your Best Life.

Here goes mine: "Everyday I Choose"-

Every day I choose to co-create my life's expression and experience with God. I will intentionally create energy, life, relationships, resources, health, peace, prosperity, experiences for me and those around me.

Every day I choose to achieve these purposes through specific actions:

1. devotion & meditation

2. self-care which includes exercise & healthy eating

3. supportive, honest, edifying, present interactions with others

4. stewardship of my abundant resources & blessings

5. dedicated, aligned effort & actions

6. gratitude for & acknowledgement of God's work in my life

Every day I will continue to seek and pursue my highest purpose through inspired dreams, goals, and actions. Each decision will be made based on how best to align with and manifest the seven faces of Intention: creativity, love, kindness, beauty, expansion, abundance, and receptivity.

Throughout every day I will ask myself, "Is this action, thought, feeling, or word in alignment with Intention?" I will seek to align every action, thought, feeling, and word with my inspired dreams and goals.

Every day I will connect with God and remember that "I am not me"! I will reach up and grab the handle straps on the trolley car that is God's Intention which moves me effortlessly, purposefully, meaningfully forward to my destiny and all that it entails. As a spiritual being having a human experience, I have only to observe the experience and cooperate with God along the way.

Every day I choose to Enjoy the Ride!

I look forward to hearing what you are thinking about for your Best Life,

Always,
Mary E.

 All things happen for a purpose. My past experiences also had purpose. I have learned from my past and am now free from it. I choose to completely release the past and live in the now. I am grateful today to be alive. Let me live each moment of this day attentively, consciously and intentionally, with an open mind and an open heart. This day let my hopes for healing of mind, body and spirit become visible in my life. I am grateful for my body, for each breath I draw, for the blood in my veins, for the cells of which I am composed. May I treasure this body with every act of eating, breathing, sleeping, feeling. I am grateful for the people I know and have known, friends living and dead, those I love and see, and those I love and no longer see; for love that is stronger than death and for love that never ends. Each day help me to connect with the diversity of human creation, young and old, positive and negative, every race, gender and orientation. Keep me passionate and engaged in creating a world of justice, and free from poverty, where everyone is valued, loved and free. May my awareness of mortality inspire me to live abundantly, here and now. Let my life be a prayer, my dreams a reality. I achieve my goal with joy, ease, and peace. As I look upon my words, I know that the world is shifting to bring forth everything on my list. I now see opportunities, I now have ideas, and I now have the means to accomplish everything I desire and it feels wonderful.

I'd like to share my time and space with people who are honorable, accountable and stand true to who they are and possess the true meaning of integrity character and substance. People who treat people the way they want to be treated in every spectrum. People who are real with themselves and love to love.

Always,
Mary E.

We are born as sexual creatures. This sexuality, this passion, is a natural part of being human, of being mammal, of being ALIVE. Our everyday lives depend on the level of passion we carry within ourselves.

We could not survive without passion, nothing can. It takes passion to create a world. It takes passion to destroy it.

Is passion responsible then for humankind's 'Sins?' Do away with passion. Do away with temptation. Do away with the beauty of sexual interaction between adults. Make everything evil and wicked, and Evil cannot win.

Denial doesn't make the truth go away. It just puts it on hold for another day.

Passion is not to blame for humankind's heartaches. Passion has been wrongfully married to shame, which gave birth to blame, which married guilt, which gave birth to SIN.

What happened to Us? What happened to the beauty of Passion's touch?

My daughter is sixteen. She has recently begun to date. Her boyfriend is seventeen. They are both in school band together and often go to football games to play music during halftime.

When this young man believes my daughter may be cold he takes off his jacket and places it around her shoulders. She, of course, being completely like her mother, gives the coat right back.

I told my daughter, 'It's alright to bend a little with the wind. The next time accept his offer of the coat. He offers it to you because he feels protective towards you and he wants to keep you warm. Trust me, one day the woman who lives inside of you will look back on this young man with the fondest of memories.'

Passion has wrapped itself around these two young people and they are free to discover for themselves the mysteries of this wondrous life.

My daughter is an innocent. My definition of an ' Innocent ' is someone who makes it into their teenage years untouched by the violent abuse of passion's touch.

It has taken four generations of women to produce this single female who remains, for now, an innocent.

When all of our years are added together they represent almost three hundred years of physical, emotional, and sexual abuse. Think of it, Three Hundred Years, to produce one female child who has not, as yet, been abused.

Should these figures hold up for the rest of the world it becomes quite staggering to realize the vast number of children who grow up in physically, emotionally, and sexually abusive homes.

We wonder what has happened to humankind. We wonder why we have so much devastation and destruction in every area of the world. We wonder why humankind, in this enlightened age, still makes War a solution to anything. We wonder why we have so many wife abusers, and child abusers. We wonder why there are so many child porn sites on the Internet. Why women are still being sold into white slavery. Why Gays are hated for being Gay. Why mothers kill their children. Why fathers walk away from their offspring without a backward glance. Why people kill and maim and torture all other life forms on this planet.

We wonder, and then we pretend we don't understand.

Why? Why? Why?

We who survive abuse become the abusers. (I know we don't all grow up to abuse others. However, all of us who grow up in Harm's Way are guilty of abusing ourselves).

I wish I could say otherwise. However my own life, and the lives of my brother and sister speak the truth, and this truth cannot be denied. In a time span of sixty years, within my family alone, we have alcoholics, emotional child abusers, wife beaters, and extremely bitter parents who continue to hold their children responsible for the outcome of their life choices.

We set the stage for our own self-destruction and then complain, about God, when what we created turns on us.

I grew up in a home where passion was a thing to be feared. I grew up in a home where being born female was a Sin. I grew up in a home where shame and guilt lived and walked and breathed, and left their breath of destruction on everything.

Yet I continue to believe there is a better, more gentle, more passionate, more loving way, to live our lives.

I continue to dream of passion's more gentle touch. I continue to believe in the beauty of humankind's true nature. I continue to believe that one day there will be more children like my daughter: Innocent children growing up in the shadow of loves true touch. I continue to believe that one day there will be less and less broken adults like me.

I continue to believe that there is a beauty to SEX that most of us cannot conceive.

I continue to believe.

Crying Again

Spread your legs and let them in
For a little while you'll be a ten.

Sad to think this is her end.
To be used.
To be abused.

Crying again.

Somewhere around the next curve,
Over the next bend,
Somewhere there is someone
Who knows what loneliness is.
Someone who will show her
What love really is.

And when she shows him her desire
He won't run and hide from it.
He'll look her square in the eye
And see her heart inside.

Crying again.

She'll settle for less
And wish for more
As the Hounds of Hell
Knock on her door.

Always,

Mary

Life experiences can either break us or make us. It's up to the individual how we let it affect our lives. Time and time again we let a bad experiences be the one that affect us the most. We often remember all the bad experiences of life and let the good experiences slip away. We often measure life from that hurt and pain. We don't let that pain go and we find ourselves reflecting back to that pain. We find ourselves stuck, we build walls, we get offended and we can't grow. Years can pass by and we add other bad experiences making that wall thicker and thicker. Don't we know that hurt and pain is a part of life? We must deal with it and let it go, that is the only way we can grow. We have to learn to let it go! We must remember JESUS shed his blood for us, he felt every pain but he got his reward at the end. We must keep this in mind and move on to a GREATER REWARD just as JESUS did.

Always,

Mary

I do not know how it happens, but I keep running into angels. There I am, going about my day, feeling like I need a lift, and voila someone says just what I needed to hear. Or the right song plays on the radio. Or I meet some stranger who lays some deep wisdom on me and then I never see them again. I suppose I could consider these just happy accidents of life. Maybe they are.

But deep in my heart, back where the cobwebs are, in the dusty, musty space between belief and doubt there is this little light that burns as I sense that these messages of encouragement are from someone larger, greater and far less earthly than myself.

Call it what you will -- the universe's angle of demarcation, the collective unconscious, dumb luck, coincidence, a dazzling cacophony of neurons being hit with celestial silver hammers and driving the nervous system into ecstasy. Or maybe it's easier to call them angels-- earthly appointees of a greater energy who deliver consolation, comfort, insight -- just when we need it. How many times have you said: "It was just what I needed to hear."

I suppose I could go on about my hunch that the angels hanging out near me off and on are from God, but that really isn't the point here. My point is that we are lucky to have these messengers, regardless of what you call them, or how you think the universe delivers them, or whether or not you just imagine them to be a charming metaphor.

By the way, I don't mean big-white-flying-feathers-off-the-back angels, although I loved Travolta's take on that in the movie Michael.

By angels, I mean ordinary folk with extraordinary impact on an ordinary day. Everyday people who suddenly have something very meaningful to say -- people you did not expect, exactly when you need them.

Heck, at any given moment, you could be an angel to me -- or I to you. Who knows how we were delivered into each other's presence, but delivered we may have been.

I used to hang out in this coffeehouse in Alabama called Cafe Lynn's. There was a gang of regulars there. One night a strange guy came in, tall, skinny, long dark hair, ice blue eyes. He looked like the wind had blown him in. He was in town for about a week. No one knew him before, but in that week he had touched the lives in important ways of about six or seven people that I knew. He had somehow managed to say the right thing -- open the right window in their lives. I really did make a major and very helpful life change because of something he said to me. Others experienced similar things. He never purported to be anyone special. We never even knew his last name.

One day I got into a conversation with an old man in a parking lot as we were headed to our adjacent cars from the market. He told me that his son was a preacher, and that he himself had been a traveling gospel singer in his youth. He said he wanted to tell me about his son, and we leaned against our cars chatting for a while. I was in no hurry, and he seemed to want to talk.

He told me that his son had posted his sermon topic outside of his church -- and that it was "Feel The Pain".

He told me how foolish that topic seemed to him. "Now, who would want to come to church to hear that?" he asked. "People want to hear how NOT to feel the pain."

At that time I was going through a very "difficult patch" with my father, a man who was largely a stranger to gentleness. I would have been happy to hear how to not feel that pain, indeed. I nodded my head.

The man reached out and touched my arm as he said "And you and me -- why, we'd be dead wrong about that." He then went on. "See, my son said that if you don't let yourself feel the pain you are not going to know clearly what needs to be healed. How am I going to ask God or anyone else for help if I don't know that I need it, or what I need it for?" He went on about how he was proud of his son for teaching him that lesson.

He thanked me for letting him tell his story. I felt like I had been hit by a spiritual insight that might well change my life -- it wasn't news, it was just packaged in such a way that I heard it down to the right bones this time: "if you don't let yourself feel the pain you are not going to know clearly what needs to be healed".

I thanked him for sharing it with me, and for teaching me, too. "I guess I was just supposed to tell you that," he said, smiling, as he got in his car and started to drive away. "Have a nice day!"

I never saw him again. I went back to that store dozens of times.

I cannot explain all this away as chance circumstance. If you can, that's fine, too. If you have another name for it, OK. But it is wonderful, isn't it? When someone "gets" what you need to hear out of the seeming blue? I love this world, so full of mysteriously wonderful events,discoveries, teachings. I love that there is comfort on the other side of difficulty.

So, please tell me about your angel!

Always,

Mary

 I once told a lady on a plane, 'You have to go through the heartache in order to find the Light of Love, and the Light of GOD, within yourself.'

I could not embrace the truth of this, nor recognize the beauty that surrounded me, until I found this beauty within me.

A great philosopher once said, 'When the student is ready the teacher will come.' I have known many great teachers throughout my life, and now I am one. And yet I tell you now, someone wiser than me chooses my words, for even I am surprised by what I learn.

I love being here. I love the sunsets, the sunrises. I know that it is an honor to simply be AWARE of being AWARE. I am in AWE of the wonder of this world.

In the beginning I saw only love's pain, it's beauty forever hidden from me back then. It was a hard road my friend, and yet at this end of my life I am eternally grateful for who I am.

We paint a picture with words, and the picture is a lonely one. We 'who wear the mark' are many in number. We live in all areas of the world. We are born to rich and poor alike. We walk silently among you. You look right at us. We look right at you. But you do not see. Within us we carry the secret seeds of heartache. We mask our secrets under layers of denial, in a vain attempt to protect ourselves from a world we know will do us harm.

'The mask if worn long enough, becomes the face.'

She is the very best part of 'Who I Really Am.' She is everything beautiful about me. There are few who have been able to see her. Small children see her, but they don't know they see. Animals can see her, and the very old as well, very few others are aware of her existence.

We have been given this life. We do not choose who our family will be. We do not choose their actions towards us. It is for us to learn to stand strong and be faithful to 'Who we really are.'

One of my friend's kid, a young man named Garrett, told me, 'The reason the other kids like you so much isn't because you are easy on them. It's because you remember what it's like to be a kid.' He couldn't have paid me a better compliment.

'Mary,' my little friend asked, 'What is the Soul?'

'Your Soul is the deepest best part of who you really are.'

'You mean -- It's our conscience!' another boy exclaimed.

'Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Your Soul is you conscience.'



A Moment of Kindness

The streets are empty on this rainy night
It makes a sad and lonely sight

The lights all turned off
I see not one friendly house
on this dark, dark night

The people who love
The people who care
All shut their doors
when they see you there.

The time they cannot spare
to the sad and lonely
who are always around somewhere.

The time it takes to show you care
could be spent combing your hair.

When we wither up and die
all alone in the dark someone says,
They always were kind of strange in the head.

But I know
And God knows
we died because no one
could find the time it takes
To show they cared.

A moment of kindness
Can carry us through a lifetime of heartache.

How long is a moment?
As long as it takes.


I will never again be sorry for my life, and never again will I hide. I know what I felt is felt by all. Yet, having said this, we remain ever so sad that the world recreates our heartache, forever adding to the burdens that tear into the heart of our Universe.

A great philosopher said, 'All roads lead back to the self.'

I tried to get away. I tried to run from her. The more I ran, the more the past haunted me.

All of my life I have tried to escape my upbringing. And all of my life I kept running right into it. I am not running anymore. This is my life. This is who I am. So listen carefully,

'I am not sorry for any of it.'

Now, more than ever, I understand: The time we have been given is precious regardless of the heartaches that come our way. I understand that I cannot change the past. I can only attempt to effect the future.

When I was young the one thing that struck me as incredible was that no one seemed to notice how crushingly sad I had become, how sad we all had become. No one saw Little Kim's sadness either, even though she wore it plainly on her face two days before her murder.

Maybe with my writings we can draw a picture the world won't forget. Maybe we can help someone else find their way out of Hell.


The Face of Regret

The emotional scars are painful
and oh so very deep
They haunt me when awake,
They haunt me when I sleep

I fall on my knees Lord,
I cry. I beg. I pray.
I'm lost in this madness
that I live in everyday.

No one can help me Lord,
Though quite a few have tried.
The only peace I see for me
Is when they say,
She Died.

Finally Lord when my eyes are closed in death,
When my heart beats its last
And I have drawn my last breath

Maybe then Lord,
I will have some peace at last
Won't have to hurt anymore
About the present or the past.

Maybe, Oh God, just maybe,
My spirit will know your Will
After this flesh is dead
And I can no longer feel.

I need to be buried with my pets Lord,
Buried in the dirt.
Bury me deep Lord
So I no longer hurt.

This bullet Lord, will be my final friend
To those who may have loved me,
I'm sorry this cold piece of metal
Helped me meet my earthly end.

I wanted to be better,
Wanted to be more than I am
A lost and lonely soul in this Cosmos,
A soul that has so long been damned.


God, tells us the same thing, 'We are all walking in the same direction. We have just taken different paths to get there.'

To His words of wisdom I add this thought, 'Denial doesn't make the truth go away.'

I have attempted many different ways to escape myself, and my memories. I tried drinking alcohol. However, alcohol has never been a successful means of escape for me. It often left me feeling even worse at the end of the evening than I did at the beginning. This along with throwing up, and the threat of ulcers, was enough to understand that God would not let me escape myself through alcohol.

Drugs, whether they are prescription, or over-the-counter, do not agree with my system; Depression being a big side effect, you see, not to mention infected kidneys. So drugs as a means of escape would not work for me either.

I tried sex. I wish I could say that sex did the trick. However, as you already know, I have had one husband, and a throw-back to the sixties, when free love was the thing with three same sex relationship. I am finally, blissfully, single. I do miss sex. I miss the warmth of a lover arms. However, sex has always left me feeling empty, and alone. I cannot find any peace in the arms of a lover.

I walk with confidence now, much as I would walk with an old friend. I wear my hair the way I want. I dress the way I want. I speak my truth quietly and clearly, most times. I walk tall, and I hold my head up. And I try to hurt no one.

Yet, inside of me, always looking outward, is the wisdom of a lonely child. A child who gazes into the face of forever, seeing the truth of our lives.

And then the child cries.

Sometimes a child can be born sad, born with a predisposition to feel the pain of others, and to experience the sharpness of rejection more intensely than most.

A wise friend once told me, 'Father's come and go in a child's life, and the child survives. The child does all right. But a child that grows up without a mother's love will always struggle.'

The smallest creature can understand a mother's love, or the absence of that love. I understand this now. Dear sweet mama, she meant no harm, not to us, not to anyone. Her only crime is that she fell in love. However, my understanding does nothing to ease my mother's pain, for the old woman she has become hates the young woman that she was.


The Garden of Eden

Remember the story of Adam and Eve.
Born into the Garden of Eden.
They had everything.

Then the Devil,
Disguised as Desire so Sweet,
Tempted Eve

And here we be.

Lowly creatures,
Born in sin,
Destined for Hell if we don't repent.

The 'Garden of Eden'
is a state of mind.
I can live in Heaven.
Or I can live in Hell.

The choice has always been mine.

Then in steps Desire.
I want what I shouldn't have.
Will I be selfish?
Take what I need?

Or will I step aside?
Skip this heartache waiting for me.

Ennie, Meanie, Minnie, Moe.
This time I don't know.

I am consumed with Desire.
My loins on fire.
I am Hungry.
Hungry with Desire.

The Apple!
The apple is right there.

Just this one time.
Just one bite.
Just tonight.

I am so tired of this fight.


My mother cannot change the past, anymore than anymore than I can, anymore than you can. We all grieve for our lost dreams. We can accept this loss as God's Will, and move on, or we can stay trapped in the past, denying ourselves the comfort of the love we truly feel.

It's just life.

If it were only my family then perhaps I could more easily find anger within myself, anger and contempt for those who acted without thinking. It isn't just my family though. It happens everyday, at every level of income, every level of education, and in every country. We are, unfortunately, not alone with our soul's secret sorrows.

I wish I could bring comfort to all of us. But bitterness seems to much apart of who we have allowed ourselves to become; To much apart of everyone we see, and everyone we love.

I cannot hate those who cause heartache to come our way. It is not within me to fill my heart with anger. I am always so hurt by the emotions that hate produces within me, always so worn out by the level of life energy required to maintain the fires of Hell that hate produces.

'I feel what you feel, and it wears me out. It drains all of my energy from me. I can only imagine what it does to you to feel the full magnitude of your emotions.'

I pray for mother, my daughters, my son, my sister and brother, everyone, everywhere, will hear these words, words which speak the truth, and bring comfort, at long last, to troubled souls.

'We all possess the power to turn our boat around, and find higher ground.'

'You are sensitive.' If only I had a nickel for every time I heard this. I would be richer than Scrooge McDuck. Being sensitive 'is who I am.' Imagine that! And to think I used to hate myself for this.

This is my life.

How I went from a place of darkness to a place of light within myself is a struggle I feel compelled to share with others. It is my hope, and my fervent prayer to God, that our story will ease the pain of those who follow us into this world. That we will be able to reach out and help a friend find their way out of Hell, and back into God's loving embrace.

Life is a gift, a precious gift, even amidst the pain, and heartache, and suffering. We will only get to be this person one time. We will never get to walk this path again. I can choose to walk with understanding and forgiveness. Or I can choose to walk with anger and bitterness. The choice is mine.

I must find a way to turn heartache into triumph. The reality of my life is this: 'What Is -- Is, and can never not be.' And I had better find a way to make peace with my life, otherwise the harm that was done to me will never stop owning my soul. And he who caused it will have won.

In choosing to walk with understanding and forgiveness I have found a sense of peace within myself. I still walk with doubt. I am still haunted by desires that I know, if I give in, will only hurt me in the end. Everyday is a struggle to maintain a sense of balance, and to do no harm. I am not perfect; I am, in fact, quite lonely at times.

And yet I am still at peace.

The power to chose lies within all of us. Why are we so afraid to exercise this power? A power that God has given to us.

We each have a path in this life that we have chosen to walk. Someone once said, 'You choose this life long before you are born.'

In Neale Donald Walsh's Book, Conservation's with God, book 4, God said, 'Everything that has happened to you has been perfect for what your soul needs to learn.'

It would seem that I was born this way for I cannot hate those who have caused harm to come my way. It was their choice. Believe it or not, I actually feel sad for them. Theirs is a true sin. A sin that their soul will wear into Eternity. I cannot hate them, as they has chosen the harder road to travel.

I feel only love for those who hurt us. If they do not regret the choices they made, that's ok. How they feel doesn't change the outcome for me. I am a stronger person as a result of the heartaches that came my way. I have no reason to hang my head in shame when I stand before the cross.

It would seem that life isn't going to let me runaway from myself. I have had no choice in this matter. It was either learn to understand, and make some sense out of our past, or simply give up and let those who hurt us win by default.

I leave you, precious child of God, with this thought,

Beauty often hides in heartache -- and heartache comes to us all. Therefore, it isn't what is done to us that matters in this life -- What matters is what we do to others as a result of it.'

I look within myself to my sad lonely child. She smiles now. I have not forgotten her. I kept my promise. And she has kept hers. She really is the best part of who I am, and I am becoming the best part of who she dreamed she could be.

I have earned her respect, and this sure feels like Heaven to me.

Imagine how beautiful the sunset looks through the eyes of a child that once believed the world would be better off if she weren't standing on it.



It's All Up to Me

Upon this Earth I stand today
remembering all my yesterdays.

We find Balance within ourselves
when we allow yesterday
to sit comfortably
with the reality of today.

Life is a series of reviews
we travel back and forth
between what was
and what is
always attempting to find some balance
within ourselves
between how we dreamed it would be
and the Reality
of how it turned out to be.

Upon this Earth I stand today
Forgiving myself
for the mistakes I made
Yesterday.

Within my power
What was...
What is...
What will be...

It's all up to me


Always,
Mary Carter

 If I say I can and I'm not, maybe I can't do what I say I can do. Maybe there's a road block, just maybe and maybe the roadblock is a simple one, remember not all road blocks are alike. Getting to the doing of it is important, the doing of whatever we say we want to do. People come all the time and say "hey coach, I can do that, I can do what you're saying, I can do it. I can get up early, I can start investing, I can do that, I can change my attitude, I can, I promise I can. I'm not interested in whether they can or can not, because of course they can. They can do the task at hand, it's not that complex. Hey, if a blind man can get to the top of Mt Everest then we too can do what we say, so it's not whether we can, it's really rather we will, will we do what we must do to get to the outcome. Will we follow through? Will is a power, just like personal power, there's also will power. Will we tap into that infinite power to do it, to make it happen, to pull it together? Out of the 3 key words, key word one is CAN and the second key word is WILL..i can I will and lastly and most importantly is what will determine whether you will or you won't is not predicated on whether you could or could not, because of course you could, it's whether you would or would not, whether you would be willing to do whatever it takes to succeed, to excel. The key ingredient in determining whether you will or you won't is based on whether you should or you must. If it's a should, it might happen, if it's a must, it will happen, period. Must happen, should kind of, sort of, in away sometimes happen. Make the things in your life that are important a must, make your affirmation...I can, I will I must. My children have been saying this for years, my oldest get straight A's in a gifted school. say it out loud...I CAN I WILL I MUST, come on give it shot, just yell it out, louder! You must know you can, you must believe, you will and are willing to make it happen and you must make it a must. These three words when affirmed into the emotions and psychology of someone are high octane. They're deep in ones neurology and emotion. Everything you look at, whether it be some big project or your heath, you are saying, "I can do that, and hey, I can do that. One ultimately gets out of the I can't attitude. The I can't attitude is a detriment to ones soul. It's not a good place, have you ever been there? One part says yes I can and the other part says no you can't. It's all inner training. We come to believe we can, it's either that or we believe we can't, and then we won't or believe we can and do. Pretty simple. Once we believe we can, and then we say I will we're that much closer to success. The key is to cement the commitment and in order to cement the commitment, we say I MUST! Think of something in your life, where maybe you say I can't. I can't do that, there's no way, it's out of reach. Simple exercise, think of that thing in which you say you can't do, for whatever reasons and replace it with I CAN, I WILL and I MUST, say out it out loud, do it again, even louder this time shout it. It doesn't matter if they're watching. Let them watch listen and learn. Imagine having I can I will I must as a day to day mantra a day to day way to live at ones best. Well. You can by starting it today as a habit, a new verbal discipline.