I remember when I first started speaking in front of large groups of people how strange and awkward that felt, but I had to force myself to do it because it's an important way to spread ideas and build a brand.
Instead of looking outwards for happiness, simply look within at all the ways you are preventing yourself from being happy in this very moment -- and work on letting them go. To get you started, here are 27 common things that prevent our happiness.
My first semester at the University of Pennsylvania has just ended. I'm flying back home, and I don't know what to think. It's been such a journey from the moment I stepped on campus all the way to today.
I've looked at life from all sides now and I realize that 71 is a great age to make a change and experience "the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune and to take arms against inertia" (to paraphrase Shakespeare).
There comes a time when you feel the vibration of a new life awakening and expanding -- when you have the burning desire to peek through a crack in your chrysalis and see the world and its possibilities in a whole new light.
To those stuck in the comfort zone, my challenge to you is to risk being a little more vulnerable; a little more courageous; and all in on your ideas, talent and dreams. See you in the arena, hope you enjoy the show.
There. It was out. My fear. My uncertainty. My self-doubt. I put it all on the table, and almost instantly I felt a weight off my shoulders. My friend reminded me that I was exactly where I was supposed to be, and that being terrified was the best feeling in the world.
It's uncomfortable to have a genuine conversation with the person sitting next to you. I understand. I've been there. But may I remind you, you do have a choice. You can stay comfortable or you can conquer your fear and possibly brighten someone's day -- including your own.
Goodbye to feeling like I'll never be fully informed enough to form my own opinions. And, goodbye to avoiding issues that are both so pressing and so physically close to me just because they make me a little uncomfortable.
It was the last time I will be in the Netherlands for a while -- my year in Paris is nearly finished. This trip was more a last hurrah than anything -- and last hurrahs don't end by slinking back to the city with your tail between your legs. Last hurrahs end with hitchhiking.
I've found that the poorest of the poor (like the children in the barrios of Mexico willing to share with me their meals when they barely had enough for themselves) are usually far more generous than the wealthy.