After climbing up a hill for a panoramic view of the blue sea, white buildings and green olive trees, I paused to catch my breath and then positioned myself to take the best photo of this panorama.

Applying my own rule, I determined to write them in alphabetical, never letting myself leave out a tough idea.

As the co-founder of the National Young Farmers Coalition NYFC (美国青年农会) and a family farmer myself, I have a front-row seat to the innovations among small farmers that are transforming the industry.

Determined to be myself, move forward, free of shame and worldly labels, I can now call myself a \marathon winner\.

For the first time, I feel good about myself because I'm doing something, not because someone told me I was doing good.

Hearing mom say, \I can't believe what's printed in the newspaper this morning,\ made me want to grab it out of her hands and read it myself.

Here I learned my first important lesson: disabled as I was in language, I could still be smart and well express myself with clay.

I could still be smart and well express myself with clay.

I found myself increasingly unwilling to drag myself to dance performances, so I quit.

I had a very poor relationship with food: I used it to kill bad feelings, to make myself feel better, and to celebrate.

I had done myself homework but I was shy.

I myself went through this searching process and found something that has changed my experience at college for the better: I discovered asl-American sign language.

I often found myself telling my mom to drive more slowly, so that I could read all of the road signs we passed.

I quickly lower myself, ducking my head to avoid looking directly into his eyes so he doesn't feel challenged.

I read those two lines over and over, I was ashamed of myself.

I said to myself, \It can't be,\ and went to take a closer look.

I suddenly found myself out of class before noon time.

I thought to myself, \if he can do it, then so can I.\

I thought to myself, how even without an arm he was more of a leader.

I tried to convince myself that the trouble was with the problem itself, not with me.

I want to prove that I can teach myself a respectful profession, without going to college, and be just as good as, if not better than, my competitors.

I was so sorry for myself that I wrote to my parents.

I woke up sweating and nervous, but ready to prove something to myself.

Nervously facing challenges, I know I will whisper to myself the two simple words \be yourself\.

Once, after a trip to Hollywood, I returned to Australia so depressed and spent months in my bedroom painting, listening to Eckhart Tolle's music and trying to find myself again.

Sometimes he wore a duck hat, and I would tell myself, he was definitely an fan of dr.

The art world gave me a chance to express myself without words.

They rose in the ranks not by being friendly but by smoking cigarettes, breaking rules and playing jokes on others, among whom I soon found myself.

This combination of healing myself and healing the world struck me as the perfect solution.

When I started running in my 30s, I realized running was a battle against myself, not about competition or whether or not I was athletic.

Yet, now that I'm growing and the world I once knew as being so simple is becoming more complex, I find myself needing a way to escape.