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Dear Friends,

As I write this, the world prepares to remember something not at all awesome: the tragedies of September 11, 2001. My good friend, Anna, lost her husband and the world lost some of its innocence. I think all of us remember exactly where we were and what we were doing that morning. I was in a hotel room in Denver, getting ready to attend a medical meeting. After the shocking news, many attendees left the conference. The significance of medical conundrums paled in importance compared to what had happened, and everyone just wanted to get home to their families. Cars were rented, some even purchased for 1000+ mile journeys to the coasts. Cabs were hired for their longest trips, and I took a bus to Rapid City, waiting for my husband to pick me up and head back to ND. There was so much fog that none of the presidents at Mount Rushmore were visible…they were mourning too.

I prepare to fly to another meeting the morning of September 11, 2011. Surely, airline travel is different and more burdensome now. There is unfortunate categorical mistrust of people who look a “certain way.” But sometimes tragedies show us everyday heroes and angels among us…..that day certainly did.

There were awesome displays of courage, caring and tenderness by those directly affected, and it rippled through the nation.

On a lighter note, I have to share an inspiring piece written by Melissa Hardy of Her mission is “Redefine Girly” by sharing messages of strong and healthy girls through clothing and media. Definitely check out her site and do some shopping!

Do you wake up feeling awesome? I hope so! But this article really spoke to me….I remember a well-meaning aunt who told me that I should go on a diet and proceeded to weigh me at every holiday gathering. Uggh… I was seven years old, and it did not make me feel very awesome. Words and actions can have a long-term effect, but thankfully, everyday we get a chance to begin a new chapter!

Waking Up Full of Awesome
by Melissa Hardy of

There was a time when you were five years old,
and you woke up full of awesome.

You knew you were awesome.

You loved yourself.

You thought you were beautiful,
even with missing teeth and messy hair and mismatched socks inside your grubby sneakers.

You loved your body, and the things it could do.

You thought you were strong.

You knew you were smart.

Do you still have it?
The awesome.

Did someone take it from you?
Did you let them?
Did you hand it over, because someone told you weren’t beautiful enough, thin enough, smart enough, good enough?
Why the hell would you listen to them?
Did you consider they might be full of sh*t?

Wouldn’t that be nuts, to tell my little girl below that in another five or ten years she might hate herself because she doesn’t look like a starving and Photoshopped fashion model?
Or even more bizarre, that she should be sexy over smart, beautiful over bold?
Are you freaking kidding me?

Look at her. She is full of awesome.

You were, once. Maybe you still are. Maybe you are in the process of getting it back.

All I know is that if you aren’t waking up feeling like this about yourself, you are really missing out.

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What makes you feel awesome?

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I’m so awesome…
Songbirds sing the music I write.

People often say “yes” to me without me even asking a question.

I’m the one that tells Waldo where to hide.

I can read Lady Gaga’s poker-face.

I can do the moonwalk…forward.

The federal government has categorized my awesomeness as “too big to fail.”

I can eat just 1 Lay’s potato chip.

Stephen Hawking asks me to proof read his work.

I don’t mispronounce words. I create new pronunciations.

I have never needed to use an eraser.

Sharks have a week dedicated to me.

“Your site is great and I really love the content. Can’t wait to read your book. You are positively beautiful!” ~Janis Rounds, Las Vegas NV

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