I love red traffic lights!  Here’s why! 

Living in the *beautiful* normal.

Okay, okay, you caught me.  In blushing reds, hand raised high, I admit it: I complained today.  Not about anything major – the computers seemed fussy, the commute took awhile.  Nothing out of the norm.  Really, I just found myself faced with an unfamiliar experience of the *gasp* normal, and it took me by surprise.  

Because usually, I don’t have time for normal.  I have a paper due at 8, a meeting at 3, an errand at 6.  I have twenty-six oral pathology lesions on my mind and a timetable forming for my midterm study schedule.  Usually, I am too distracted by life and too enthralled in my passions to stop and notice the *dare I say it again* normal.  But, boy, is normal beautiful!

The red of the traffic light, the browning green of the grass, the perfect timing of looking at the car radio just as the clock strikes 11:11.  That ‘normal’ is all around me, and when I choose to look at it without the blinders of schedules or worries or complaints, that normal is simply stunning.  

So today, join me!  Let’s step out, hand-in-hand, into the *I’m awe struck* normalcy of the world.  Let’s learn to love that extra ten seconds of pause at a red traffic light, and see beauty in the leaf that couldn’t hold onto the branch in the winter cold.  Let’s hug ever-so-tightly to the soft creases in our stomachs, and remember the majesty of each vital breath that we breathe.  Let’s decide to see beauty in each moment, and paint beauty in the moments that seem ever so normal.  

Because, between you and me, it’s all those little *yes, I’ll say it* normal things in life that make the world beautiful.   

So, what do you say?  Are you ready to . . .

(C) 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey To Share.

#CallitOut: A Diagnosis That Heals

Between you and me, diagnosis, being able to call out that burden of an ailment and put a word to its pain, is, in and of itself, an important part of healing and symptom relief! In fact, it’s the only kind of name-calling I’d actually encourage! So together, let’s #CallitOut:

Give it a name. Your worries. Your struggles. Your pain. Your disorder. Give it a name. Assign it a plaque. And then #CallitOut! Holler its syllables before every trusted friend and family member, doctor, therapist and guide. #CallitOut in the mirror and under the steam of a shower. We cannot go on ignoring our suffering, but neither can we hold onto that suffering alone. So give it a name. And make that name heard.

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Have you ever been told it was ‘all in your head.’ I know I have!

CLICK HERE to read my latest Huffington Post article about an elderly Chinese man, his (in)visible syndrome, and what we can do to put words to the pain!

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Fluoride-Fresh Comedy

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Medical-dental integration is real, and the importance is no laughing matter.  But who doesn’t like a little humor in the dental chair?

CLICK HERE to read a May 2016 reflection about the importance of medical-dental integration, and stay tuned and alert for updates on why the mouth truly cannot be removed from the body.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.