There are two types of people: The ones who give you 50 reasons it can't be done ... and the ones who just do it.

The biggest thing I've learned is to smash my own spiders and get on with my day. There will be another!

Be crazy. Be stupid. Be silly. Be weird. Be whatever. Because life is too short to be anything but happy

I'm good at picking friends.

I think after overcoming breast cancer, you sort of become fearless and somehow going up to your boss to talk about a possible promotion doesn't seem like such a daunting task anymore.

From time to time, I'll look back through the personal journals I've scribbled in throughout my life, the keepers of my raw thoughts and emotions. The words poured forth after my dad died, when I went through a divorce, and after I was diagnosed with breast cancer. There are so many what-ifs scribbled on those pages.

I wake up at 4:15 A.M., get some coffee, turn on the news, see what's happening, go clickety-clack on the web to see what I missed overnight. Then I go to the gym, around 5:15, and I do what appears to be a very light workout, but who cares. I'm socializing with other nice people at the gym. Then I go into work, and I'm really awake.