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YOU CAN BE ANYBODY...

YOU CAN BE ANYBODY... For years I've suffered from ADD, OCD and BiPolar disorder. Quite recently I found out that I now have to add diabetes to that list. Due to my outlook on these areas of my life I have always been a bit grumpy and unsettled. Not a person I've been comfortable living with and, let's face it, you are pretty much forced to live with yourself. Until recently I didn't think I could change my moods and my outlook, but I have to say that I've discovered the secret to happiness (at least one of them). Just be anyone you want to be. You CAN be rich and successful and powerful—you CAN be in the job or profession of your dreams—you CAN have the life you want if you want it bad enough and work toward that goal with total focus and drive. Let's face it, one of the things (aside from the money and the obvious perks) that drives people to want to be actors and actresses is the excitement of being other people. They get to study them, research

BUY A VERB, DAMMIT!

What is it with those of us who lead our lives in the following manner:  wake up, get dressed, go to work, come home, eat dinner, go to sleep and repeat?  Newsflash people, this is not LIVING.  I would term it only as “existence.”  I’m sure we were put here to do much more with our lives that just eke out a living and sleep. It’s time we all woke up and bought a verb.  I mean life is about doing things, like hiking, shopping, socializing, traveling, vacationing, golfing, sporting, crafting, painting, and whatever other hobby or activities you may be into.  We have to get up and get at it now because, let’s face it, life is short.  Wouldn’t it be horrible to come to the end of your life and look back and all you had to show for it was waking up, getting dressed, going to work, coming home, eating dinner, going to sleep and repeating?  I know it would be for me. You often hear tales from people who have died and were brought back to life, or from those who were on the brink of deat

MY COMING OUT STORY...

Is a person born homosexual or are they born heterosexual and choose to identify as homosexual...this is a controversial question argued by so many for so long.  Although this dispute lingers on and on, it's definitely clear for me. From the time I was old enough to understand the difference between boys and girls, I always felt closer to girls. I remember a particular friend in the second grade. During recess they would prop the hall doors open for everyone to go outside and play on the equipment, but she and I would always squeeze in behind those doors and sit on the concrete completely hidden from view. There, we talked about everything and played the "I'll show you mine if you show me yours," game and experimented with touching as well. Nothing pornographic, just curious kid stuff. I never did this with boys because they just didn't interest me. As I grew I made my way through various friendships, but always girls. I remember becoming extremely