Welcome to the Issue #10 of the Carnival of Courage: A Cavalcade of Superheroes!

Greetings, All!
Oh how I love hosting this carnival. I love it I love it I love it. I got some great submissions this week. I let a couple sneak in that are riding the fine line between personal accounts and coaching but they were so nice and original and relevant to what a few of you are dealing with these days that it just wouldn't have been right to leave them out.
I won't add one of my own this week. I am DEEP in Artist's Way AND, mock me if you must, I'm even gaining considerable respect for David Allen (the client I work with collaboratively to implement this is benefitting immensely from the Getting Things Done system). As a result, I'm asking myself the most basic and fundamental questions I can about EVERYTHING I am doing in my life, including this blog so I'm taking a break to make sure momentum doesn't carry me forward into anything that I am not crystal clear on my reasons for. I am convinced that what I want to do next here is add audio so that is coming soon.
I'll make one courageous step here now for you, though. I publicly and boldly announce that I realized I was in a mid-life crisis for the last two or three years. No, I didn't start wearing mini-skirts or get a tattoo or take a lover twenty years my junior. That kind of mid-life crisis is for those who are too chicken to do anything but self-medicate in a desperate attempt to convince themselves that they aren't scared shitless by the relentless falling sands of their remaining time through the hourglass. I happened to be one of the medications of choice for a desperate mid-lifer or two back in the day so that kind of regression held absolutely zero appeal for me. Besides, I ain't skeert o' no dark night of the soul. But I had NO idea just how many layers and layers and layers of existential confusion, fear, self-doubt and unconsciousness plague us by the time we reach 40. And I've been TRYING to be conscious!
But huge ice berg sized weights have fallen off of me in that last month and I feel like I have woken up from a spell. A spell! I have never felt happier. Unbelievable freedom and joy. Just unbelievable. I'm done being death maiden and hitting you all over the head with your own mortality. I mean, we'll talk about it, because we still have to face it but there was this line of ants in the desert on vacation...a line of ants, each carrying a lavendar flower...
You have to learn to watch ants. EVERYONE is chopping wood and carrying water. There is joy within your grasp every single day. EVERY day. But I don't want to write about it, I want to talk to you about it.
You want to know 'The Secret'? The secret is knowing how to serve with joy and how to remember to say, "Thank you, but I don't need any more. I have enough. I have more than enough."
I was asked years ago if I could teach people how to watch ants. That was why I started my very first blog.
I finally am ready to do that. So don't go too far, I'll be back before long in a full technicolor array of joyful, grateful woman on the far side of one hell of an existential crisis. Can't wait to share some lightness with you (in addition to some way cool podcast guest appearances).
In the meantime, I have some absolutely rocking Carnival submissions for you, any one of which will be a great nudge to keep moving. We're all about consciousness, personal responsibility and integrity today...(I love how these all end up clustering.)
On with the show...
Holy Sh...!!!!
This one gets the prize for "Oh. My. God." As if once wasn't bad enough...Karen Shanley presents an
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