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“All You Need is Love”



All You Need Is Love

The Beatles

Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
Love, Love, Love.
There’s nothing you can do that can’t be done.
Nothing you can sing that can’t be sung.
Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game.
It’s easy.
Nothing you can make that can’t be made.
No one you can save that can’t be saved.
Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time.
It’s easy.

All you need is love.
All you need is love.
All you need is love, love.
Love is all you need.

Nothing you can know that isn’t known.
Nothing you can see that isn’t shown.
Nowhere you can be that isn’t where you’re meant to be.
It’s easy.

All you need is love (All together, now!)
All you need is love (Everybody!)
All you need is love, love. Love is all you need (love is all you need).


Songwriters: John Lennon / John Winston Lennon / Paul Mccartney / Paul James Mccartney

All You Need Is Love lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC


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A New Beginning & Living with Depression

A New Beginning & Living with Depression        By Nancy Minnich Manubay


The goal of my blog is to share my experience with depression, anxiety, and panic attacks with others, so that you will know that you are not alone and there is hope. This post was from June 5, 2012, which was about two weeks before my wedding.

For this reason, I endured many life-changing events in a very brief period. Buying a house, selling a house in a market that sucked at the time, moving to a new area, leaving my job of 10 years, planning a wedding. What was I thinking? I was, admittedly, not wonder woman, although my alter ego would beg to differ.

Tuesdays at one was my usual therapy session day and time. I thought it would be an appropriate title for my story. I will try to share some of my experiences and the tools and techniques that my then therapist taught me. One of those tools was journaling, hence the blog.

Journaling help me to get everything out there, good or bad. Writing your thoughts down, non-judgmentally. Then you can take a thought such as “I am a total failure”, and try to “turn it around”.

When you really think about a statement like that, is it really true? Are you really a failure at everything? Probably not. So, you counteract the first statement with a second, more positive statement such as “well I am good at _______”, and then fill in the blank with what you are good at.

Over the years, I have met some nice people here through running. They each have their own stories to tell about health and well-being. They continue to remind me that we should think of our health as that which is fluid, and includes mind, body, and spirit. ~Nancy

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Dealing with Life Changes



Dealing with Life Changes          By Nancy Minnich Manubay

Why is change so difficult? It is, at least, for the majority of us. In the Webster’s new world pocket dictionary from ages ago, the definition of change is: 1. Substitute. 2. Exchange. 3. Alter/vary.  Doesn’t sound so scary doesn’t? Granted, this is an abbreviated definition, but nevertheless, I think the majority of people find change difficult. And as we age, it often becomes even harder.

I think change is difficult because it is much easier to stay stuck in the same routine day after day. One of the reasons I think we resist change is out of fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of failure.

I had just started a blog on depression and anxiety, and when I was developing this topic, I wrote that I was feeling fear at that very moment. I was afraid because putting me and all my stuff “out there” was way out of my comfort zone. It still is.

But what I found over the years is that once you get over that initial fear and push yourself to the edge of your comfort zone, the reward is usually well worth the effort. Sometimes life doesn’t take you where you expect to go, but getting there just may be a gift.

I am a self-proclaimed expert on moving. This last move was my 15th move and I can tell you that it does not get any easier. When I first moved here I didn’t know my way around and I was intimidated by everything.

I’d left my job, my friends, my good neighbors of almost 5 years. I cried pretty much every day and soon became very depressed, so much so that one day, I thought I might become a danger to myself. I looked out of my window that day. I could see everything, but hear nothing. Talk about scary.

With the help of my doctor, my fiancée, and a therapist I worked through most of these issues, and two years later I was almost back to my old self. Now, if I am afraid to go out of my comfort zone, I take a deep breath and do it anyway!  ~Nancy