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Want to know more about what it means to be a Health Coach?

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Check out this post from Sara Seinberg, a recent IIN graduate, for some candid details. 

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Here is my secret. It’s quite simple: One sees clearly only with the heart. Anything essential is invisible to the eyes.

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Then you shall pass judgement on yourself,” the king answered. “That is the hardest thing of all. It is much harder to judge yourself than to judge others. If you succeed in judging yourself, it’s because you are truly a wise man.

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In those days, I didn’t understand anything. I should have judged her according to her actions, not her words. She perfumed my planet and lit up my life. I should never have run away! I ought to have realized the tenderness underlying her silly pretensions. Flowers are so contradictory! But I was too young to know how to love her.

Permalink unconsumption: More yard art in Austin: Robert Mace’s “bottle prairie.” Old license plates cover the side of the building in the background. (photo by bubbaofthebubbles on Flickr)
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The Met Gala

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The “Oscars of the East Coast” came out in full force last night as fashion’s elite, designers, celebrities, sports stars and musicians all ascended the red carpet to view “Schiaparelli and Prada: Impossible Conversations” at the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

The electricity of the night started here where we caught a glimpse of what they wore, how they looked and who came out to celebrate this amazing exhibition… 

Permalink unconsumption: Kathie from Two Frog Home has a good idea for re-using the lids from canning jars once you’re done using them - turn them into garden markers. Check out her post to see how she did it.  (via Upcycled Garden Markers @Craftzine.com blog)
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Instagram: Hashtag Highlight: #emptychairsproject

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Last year, Raphaël Liais (@raphaelliais) began snapping photos of empty chairs in Casablanca, Morocco, tagging them #emptychairsproject. The collection of photos grew as he started to notice more empty chairs in and around Casablanca. He created an account for the photos, @…

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Depression is humiliating. It turns intelligent, kind people into zombies who can’t wash a dish or change their socks. It affects the ability to think clearly, to feel anything, to ascribe value to your children, your lifelong passions, your relative good fortune. It scoops out your normal healthy ability to cope with bad days and bad news, and replaces it with an unrecognizable sludge that finds no pleasure, no delight, no point in anything outside of bed. You alienate your friends because you can’t comport yourself socially, you risk your job because you can’t concentrate, you live in moderate squalor because you have no energy to stand up, let alone take out the garbage. You become pathetic and you know it. And you have no capacity to stop the downward plunge. You have no perspective, no emotional reserves, no faith that it will get better. So you feel guilty and ashamed of your inability to deal with life like a regular human, which exacerbates the depression and the isolation. If you’ve never been depressed, thank your lucky stars and back off the folks who take a pill so they can make eye contact with the grocery store cashier. No one on earth would choose the nightmare of depression over an averagely turbulent normal life.

It’s not an incapacity to cope with day to day living in the modern world. It’s an incapacity to function. At all. If you and your loved ones have been spared, every blessing to you. If depression has taken root in you or your loved ones, every blessing to you, too. No one chooses it. No one deserves it. It runs in families, it ruins families. You cannot imagine what it takes to feign normalcy, to show up to work, to make a dentist appointment, to pay bills, to walk your dog, to return library books on time, to keep enough toilet paper on hand, when you are exerting most of your capacity on trying not to kill yourself. Depression is real. Just because you’ve never had it doesn’t make it imaginary. Compassion is also real. And a depressed person may cling desperately to it until they are out of the woods and they may remember your compassion for the rest of their lives as a force greater than their depression. Have a heart. Judge not lest ye be judged.