by AnnSheybani | Apr 1, 2013 | connection, desire, identity, introvert, Ireland, people pleasing, reinvention, running, Secrets
I want to give you a beauty secret I’ve recently discovered. The single element that will make heads turn, regardless of your weight, age, or ability to pull together a decent outfit. The secret is Joy. Walt and I were at The Sunken Garden Poetry Festival last... by AnnSheybani | Mar 25, 2013 | coaching, Confidence, Courage, Date with Destiny, desire, expectations, growing up, identity, misinterpretation, people pleasing, Self-Esteem, self-sabotage, Tony Robbins
Want to hear something freaking fascinating? The more you invest in yourself, the more others are willing to invest in you. When you take yourself seriously, others do the same. Cheaping out on yourself isn’t noble; it’s flimsy camouflage for low self-esteem. My... by AnnSheybani | Mar 18, 2013 | choosing a mate, divorce, Fearless Living, Honesty, husband, Intimacy, life transitions, love, manipulation, marriage, Muslim, Rhonda Britten, stroke
We all have deals, you know. Some of the provisions are on the table and mutually agreed upon. Many go unspoken, particularly when it comes to getting what we want from those closest to us. By the time I was out of pigtails, I understood the expression Buyer Beware.... by AnnSheybani | Mar 11, 2013 | climbing lessons, expectations, mountain climbing, people pleasing, risk, route finding
Do you give up at the first sign of trouble? Are you thrown by even the tiniest bump in the road? So, I was ice climbing in New Hampshire this past weekend. If you’ve never ice climbed before, picture a group of 10 or so men and women in puffy jackets, plastic... by AnnSheybani | Mar 11, 2013 | aging, Authenticity, Confidence, identity, life transitions, limiting beliefs, nice girl complex
I got invited to a funeral last month, if you can call that sort of thing an invitation. My friend’s elderly mother died after six months of sliding down hill. Like a lot of us, my friend had a complicated relationship with her mother. Apparently, Mom was a...
