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Luke Iorio - iPEC CEO  |  gratitude  |  iPEC Coaching  |  life coaching  |  motivation  |  on November 26 2014 by ipeccoaching  |  values

A Humbling Thought... Happy Thanksgiving

There are so many things that come to mind when we think of Thanksgiving. Of course, there is turkey and all the trimmings. Since I am of Italian heritage, there has to be pasta. Can’t forget all those delicious pies for dessert. Even after all the feasting, there is always room for those.

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Luke Iorio - iPEC CEO  |  gratitude  |  iPEC Coaching  |  life coaching  |  motivation  |  values

A Humbling Thought...Happy Thanksgiving

There are so many things that come to mind when we think of Thanksgiving. Of course, there is turkey and all the trimmings. Since I am of Italian heritage, there has to be pasta. Can't forget all those delicious pies for dessert. Even after all the feasting, there is always room for those.

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Tambre Leighn, 7th Level Wellbeing  |  finding purpose  |  gratitude  |  iPEC  |  wellbeing  |  wellness coach

5 Principles For Creating A Life Of Wellbeing

I first learned of Helen Keller while watching my babysitter’s high school production of the story. I recall sitting transfixed in the auditorium chair stuffed with old coils that groaned and protested every time I leaned in closer to the unfolding drama. I marveled at Helen’s wildness as she tore about the stage in anger and frustration. And I felt grateful for the patience of Annie, her teacher.

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Tambre Leighn, 7th Level Wellbeing  |  finding purpose  |  gratitude  |  iPEC  |  on November 21 2014 by ipeccoaching  |  wellbeing  |  wellness coach

5 Principles For Creating A Life Of Wellbeing

I first learned of Helen Keller while watching my babysitter’s high school production of the story. I recall sitting transfixed in the auditorium chair stuffed with old coils that groaned and protested every time I leaned in closer to the unfolding drama. I marveled at Helen’s wildness as she tore about the stage in anger and frustration. And I felt grateful for the patience of Annie, her teacher.

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