I know this may sound a bit over-the-top... but some mornings as I wake up and start to make breakfast I get a little teary-eyed, just because I AM SO HAPPY TO BE ALIVE. For some periods of my life, I can vividly remember (going to bed and) waking up teary-eyed every morning for a much different reason...

This post is brought to you from the pillowy bosoms of a feeling called Clarity, courtesy of my current 10-day fast…. I’m on the end of Day 5!!!!!! *wild, roaring applause*

I’m in NO WAY trying to paint myself as an expert at this; only just started doing fasts a couple of years ago to break through some mental & emotional blocks, gain some discipline and improve my health. Before I got the hang of it, I'd always start off with good intentions; serious, determined, fired-up, even. But no matter how well I started, somewhere between the first and third days all hell would break loose. My mind would become chaotic, I would start to panic, contemplate giving up, and then the whole damned fast would start to look a little something like this picture, lol…

Over the last few days, I've been surrounded by other people's greatness and the great news and happenings that tend to come along with it!

Listen.... you can call me a whole lot of things.. but after yesterday, WIMP certainly ain't one of them.