What's your phobia? Spiders? Snakes? Are you scared of the dark? Whatever your bugaboo, I have some good news: According to a recent study, you might ...

The majority of our fears are fears we make up. They're bogus. Fake. Nonsense.

Telling the truth (to myself first) is a sure sign that I am willing to own up to what isn't working in my life (and why it's so scary to tell the truth in the first place).

Complaints don't help you. They drown you in the muck and mire of your life. Don't swim in that stuff. Get out of that mud and give up complaining for the next 24 hours.

Once you understand why you do what you do, you can start to explore your stories and the beliefs and fears behind them.

Today's Fearless Living Boot Camp video asks you to do something that will help you let go of the past. It's a must-do.

When you are disorganized and you can't find what you need when you need it, you lose energy, time and money. Disorganization also lowers your confidence in yourself. Bottom line: It's not worth it.

Being kind isn't for sissies. And keeping track of kindness may just be the thing that keeps you in a good mood all day long. (It's worth a try, right?)

If you grow up with a negative attitude, are abusive to others, complain about everything, and are never thankful for the blessings in your life, then you probably are going to be a grumpy, mean 'ole cuss.

I believe that we collectively decided, without quite admitting it to ourselves, that somebody, somewhere in the world, had to die for 9/11, and we didn't really care whether they'd had anything to do with it or who they were, so long as they were brown-skinned and worshiped Allah and lived in the Middle East.

When we truly believe that we are not our bodies, that we are not our personalities, that there is a part of us that is greater than all of this, then we begin to know that who we really are is safe at all times -- and fear has no grip on our lives.

"In a culture that values youth as much as ours does, time is public enemy number one," says Arianna Huffington. "Every new wrinkle or gray hair can s...

My focus went completely to doing what needed to be done to make sure the situation did not spiral out of control. I was scared. I was furious. Looking back, the cold-bloodedness was far less about being self-protective than it was about staying focused on the mission and keeping the fear at bay.

Have you ever noticed that excitement and terror create the same feelings in the body? The challenge comes when we forget, when we get so caught up in the fear that we don't remember it's not real.

All that art was too much. I hated having to make room for it. I hated feeling guilty about it. I hated that all of it, even the lone scribbles done in haste to rationalize her request for a new piece of paper, meant so much to me. I hated that I... was afraid, in fear of what could happen if I threw it away.

My dad lay helpless, and yet, as a parent could only hope to do, he managed to find the words I most needed to hear. I wiped my tears and kissed my husband. I would be brave for my parents, my husband and my kids.

Unchecked, your fear mind (or "Mafia Mind," as I like to call it) will start its negative script about the idiot driver in front of you or your chatty office mate who made you late, creating constriction (stress). This is your chance to do something different.

Grief may, in fact, be a friend misunderstood and one that allows me the space to renew myself physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually.