My life

The essay that changed my life . . . For some time now, I have been thinking that I when my time comes, I’d like my tombstone to read, “It feels good to feel good” – simply because it does. I have learned this lesson through my education, life experiences, trials, tribulations, and everything in between on my constant search for the “good life.” However, I still remain puzzled as to why or how some people never adopt this way of life, why some people remain victims of their own dysfunctions, why some people live life spewing a negative energy that increasingly...

I wrote this paper during my Masters in the Foundations of Education -- a year or so before I had discovered positive psychology (or as I like to think sometimes: how positive psychology found me). It was before I thought the words "SOcial-eMOtional leadership" -- I had a vision for it. I sensed/intuited the need. Rereading it now gives my life such a re-membered sense of meaning & purpose. Thank you for sharing it with me. ********* Louis J. Alloro March 18, 2006 CURR 534 Change Paper It is unfortunate that we have trained to believe that change can not happen – or at the very...

[caption id="attachment_947" align="alignleft" width="225"] I dressed as a Human Sparker, lady style.[/caption] The last time I dressed as a woman I was in high school. I was Linda Richmond and my friend was Barbara Streisand. We went all coffee talk a la Mike Myers on Saturday Night Live. (Mind you this was before I came out of the closet.) It’s been a good 17 years (eek!) since I put on a dress. For the past several years, I’ve had a hankering to do it. Why? Just a sense that it would be good for my well-being to explore and own my feminine...

Ever get the feeling that you don't know who you are? What you are? Where you are? I'm feeling this now as I transition to Cleveland and sort out the next phase of my life. Of SOMO. And beyond. Thank goodness mercury is coming out of retrograde on the 26th, which means clearer clarity, clearer communication, and clearer collaboration are on its way. Patience, Louis. ("I'm workin' on it!") Collaboration is the name of the game -- and what positive psychology purports is just that: putting aside ego (am workin' on this too), embracing individuality and diversity at the same time and realizing we...

You know the kind? It's when there *appears to be many balls in the air - and the juggling is going well. Until, of course a bump. Or two. Bumps are natural. (Booty and otherwise.) The thing about bumps is that they require adaptation -- and as we know from Mr. Darwin, that's the name of the game. "The fittest" = the most adaptable. My bump has been this move to Cleveland. When I think I just moved to a new apartment in NYC earlier this year (with a heavy broker's fee, I'll add), it wasn't even in my consciousness that...

[caption id="attachment_511" align="alignright" width="221" caption="SO, in this MOment, which do you choose? Opportunity or threat? Love or fear?"][/caption] --'cept my flight to LGA was cancelled and I found this out as I was enroute to the airport in Cleveland Friday morning, the first leg of a long travel day. “WTF Continental?” I thought. Threat! Threat! Error! Error! What was I going to do? Synchronistically, I was on the phone with my friend and travel agent, Donna when the email popped in with the seemingly tragic news.“Don’t worry, we’ll get you back to NY in time for your flight to Turkey,” Donna reassured...

[caption id="attachment_2060" align="alignright" width="224"] RIP Todd Louis Alloro (1971-1991)[/caption] --twenty years ago today. I was weeks shy of my 13th birthday and Todd had just turned 20. I remember waking up that morning to voices in the kitchen below. "Too early to be nana's pinochle game," I thought (She was watching us because as my parents were away for the weekend). Half asleep, I walked downstairs to hear the tragic news that changed our lives forever . . . I remember parts of that day -- awful and heart wrenching -- especially seeing my parents return home & get out of their car,...

And I drink sometimes, too. Sometimes, I drink too much -- but that seems to be okay on the Mexican rivera, where I just spent a fantastic week in Sayulita, a beach town built into a mountain. Love having both sand and mountain. A little slice of heaven. "I didn't even know I liked tequila" was one of my favorite lines of the trip. And it's true, I didn't. Wonder what else I think I don't like, which I may actually like? Hm. I like love, this I know. Heck, I got a tattoo to that affect (and to my mom's dismay) last...

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