It is a paradox that as we reach out prime, we also see there is a place where it finishes.

No sooner do we think we have assembled a comfortable life than we find a piece of ourselves that has no place to fit in.

We see it in the body, that if you just give the body enough rest and comfort, it has remarkable self-healing capacities. Well, so does the spirit.

I actually like getting out of my comfort zone. It shakes me up.

Stress overload makes us stupid. Solid research proves it. When we get overstressed, it creates a nasty chemical soup in our brains that makes it hard to pull out of the anxious depressive spiral.

In my memoir, I admit that I've been as fearful of success as of failure. In fact, when 'Passages' was published, I so dreaded bad reviews that I ran away to Italy with a girlfriend and our children to hide out.