You Have a Choice: Shrink with Fear or Soar with Courage

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CLICK HERE to read more about your daily choice on Psych Central’s World of Psychology Blog.


So, You’re Lost? The Advice You’d Never Expect.

Here’s a secret: you will lose your way. We all do.

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And in this Psych Central article, I share with you the advice you’d never expect … because nobody wants to hear the cliche tip to just “perk up.”

© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

One Incredible Opportunity

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What Really Matters #HereAndNow


© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.


‘Turn Your Weakness Into Strength’


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Start your day with this thought

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© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.


When you remember, life is simple

When you close your eyes and take in a deep breath, you are met with a moment of peace. Life really is that simple.

But I don’t expect you to believe me right away. It’s just too modest a concept to be true! In fact, even now, I have to pause to remember this important lesson from my past. It gets lost so easily in the complexity of thought.

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So instead of asking you to listen in blind faith, I’m going to share with you a story of how I came to this wisdom. In the end, you can decide what you choose to believe. All I ask is that you make that decision after taking your own deep breath:


When I was ten years old, I had a medical condition that required constant medication delivered by epidural. We relied on a local compounding pharmacy to deliver the script, and eventually, there was bound to be human error. That error came on Halloween night.


Sewn into a witch outfit made specifically for my swelling and casts, I began to feel nauseous. I wanted to trick-or-treat, to join the crowd of ghosts, witches, and cats, but I could feel my head sway from side-to-side. Sweat dripped from my hands and onto my pumpkin candy bag; my palms were shaking in my lap. My flesh was burning and aching with the constant feeling of being stabbed with a flaming knife. Somewhere between nausea, anticipation, and pain, my mom had readied me for bed, deciding my sister would just have to get my candy. She pulled my thin, pink blanket to my chin, careful to keep my swollen leg uncovered, and wished me a good night.


The next thing I knew, my mom was screaming at my bed, her body turning to run down the hall. My consciousness faded as I lay mumbling without words, still holding my hand as though I were grasping the pumpkin candy bag. Clicking my tongue to my lips, I nestled my head in my pillow, my body into Egyptian cotton sheets. The peaceful comfort of my bed extended for miles, and I just couldn’t understand what all the yelling could mean.


My head began to shake back and forth, but all I felt was wonder. If something was wrong, I wished my mom would just talk to me. When I tried to scream for her attention, though, my attempts were detached, my vocal cords too remote for my brain to control. Everything, even the worry, seemed so distant.


My mom ran back into my room almost immediately with two men and a gurney, her voice swallowing dry tears. I felt like I sat up in bed in response, though I know now I didn’t. With the injury and medication, not to mention the seizure, I physically couldn’t. Whatever they were doing, I lay there invisible. They moved at double-speed, while I watched as though the world were moving at half its pace. For every word they said, I could whisper twelve. Don’t worry, I thought to myself, sitting in a silence more vast than any silence I’d ever heard. Slow down.


The weight of my inflamed body melted from my bones, and I rose, floating from the bed to the bay window. I had worn a white, ankle-length pajama to bed, one covered with smiley faces on top and an old Egyptian cotton sheet on bottom. It was an original, sewn together by my mom from my two favorite materials that I just wouldn’t throw away. Staring from the window seat at the body in my bed, I wondered how that girl, too, had one of my pajamas. Her hair was the same strawberry blonde as mine, her leg just as swollen and cheeks just as sickly pale.

Realizing what I was seeing, I felt like the proper reaction would be to gulp. But I had no need to react. My mind was at peace.


Everyone in the room looked so worried, jamming the gurney to my bedside, calling out numbers. Everyone seemed so frazzled.


Don’t worry, I called out, unseen at the window.


Looking behind me, I could make out ambulance lights swirling in our driveway. It was all so interesting, so curious.


I’m okay, I thought, fading out of consciousness.


You’ll be okay.” A man at the head of the gurney stared into my face as my body convulsed in violent thrashes. Tension wrinkled through my forehead, my eyes staying only slightly open as I gasped for more air.


I remember worrying about my nightgown – I didn’t want them to tear it. I remember seeing the popcorn acoustic ceiling as we moved from the hallway, through an arch to the living area. And with a final thought to not worry, I forgot the convulsions and let the world fade away.


When moving through my days since then, I often forget what I felt sitting separate from my body. But the opportunity to know that feeling is a gift I keep near.


When we think life is rushed, I know now, perhaps it isn’t. Take a step back, and we have all the time that we need. When we worry about the worst possible outcome, I think now, to choose to feel calm. Just maybe, the anxiety will fade away.


We all have a tendency to complicate matters. We build stress into each day. We look to the future with fear and anxiety. We look into our past with regrets and what ifs. We complicate our lives until we forget that we have the power to take a simple, deep breath.


So pause with me a minute. Take a deep breath.


And hear me out, because I’m not pointing fingers. I do the same ‘complicating’ thing. But then I remember the girl in the window seat, the girl who chose to sit apart from the worry. I feel her weightlessness and calm. And I ask myself, ‘Girl, what are you doing?!With a simple choice to just breathe, life will always unveil an extra sliver of peace.  

© 2018 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.



The Key to a Magical New Year

The year is coming to an end, and you have done so much! You ARE amazing! Just take a tally of all that has happened – the goals you met, the goals you still can to achieve, where you started, and where you now find yourself. There is so much you have achieved! There are so many smiles you have shared.

After all these successes, we have a right to feel pure joy. Yet, many of us may find ourselves stopped, staring at the one challenge we have yet to overcome, or the new challenge that has just presented itself in the past few weeks. Perhaps it is a work problem or a personal issue, a family dynamic or a negotiation among friends. Whether it is big or small, frequent or a one-time issue, let’s give this challenge the space it needs … by filling in the blank:

My challenge today is




Now, there’s no magic wand yet invented to remedy life’s challenges, but there is mindset, belief, and the power of positive thinking.  And, those come pretty darn close to a magic wand!


So, flick of the wrist and douses of magic, let’s turn that challenge into opportunity.  Take exactly what you wrote above, and fill it in the blank below:

My opportunity today is


______________________________________________________________________, and I can’t wait to see what I’ll make of this experience!


When your challenge starts to get the best of you, repeat the opportunity sentence to yourself.  Better yet, stand in front of a mirror, say it aloud, and announce it to a friend! The more volume you put to these words, the more your body and heart start to embrace your words’ strength.


May you have a day blessed with true, rewarding opportunity.  You WILL find your way to the other side, and to a marvelous and magical new year.

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.


You CAN Change a Life

“Children don’t have to live with dental disease.”

The American Dental Association opened their Give Kids A Smile article with this very tagline, quoting an interview with me after the October 2017 Give Kids A Smile® Leadership Institute in St. Louis, Missouri. As one of ten Give Kids A Smile Leadership Ambassadors in the 2017 cohort, I was honored to learn from the founders of Give Kids A Smile and experience the heart of dentistry alongside incredible and inspiring colleagues. In only a few days, we gathered tips for building our own programs, ideas for integrating medicine and dentistry, and a network with whom we can collaborate to reach more and more children across the nation. Most importantly, we played an active role in providing dental care for hundreds of children in need.

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We all have a role in ensuring the children around us have access to healthy smiles. That role can be everything from bringing good dental care to your own home with tips from the American Dental Association’s Mouth Healthy website to volunteering at your local GKAS events. Perhaps you choose to donate dental supplies or funds to the cause, or help connect children you know to GKAS programs in your area. Maybe you prefer to read a book about dental care at your local library or preschool. As a program of the ADA Foundation, the 501c3 charitable arm of the American Dental Association, Give Kids A Smile provides opportunity for you to learn more about and get involved in Give Kids A Smile at the ADA Foundation webpage.
The opportunities to spread smiles surround us every day. With Give Kids A Smile, the impact is beyond compare.

Contact Me if you have any questions about how you can get involved in Give Kids A Smile or in spreading smiles in your community in any capacity. Collaboration is the key to success, and you are the essential ingredient!

The original blog post can be found at The Huffington Post. 

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.


There is always a chance

The celebration of Hanukkah is a celebration of miracles in the context of historic battle. And, it is a celebration of so much more! With each candle we light, we are welcoming hope, faith, and brightness into our lives. With each night we pray, we are joyfully gifted a reminder: miracles happen every day. And so, no matter what happened in our day, no matter what troubles we face, we can always hold onto faith.

What miracles entered your life today? No matter how seemingly small, embrace them, for they are truly life’s most divine gift to embrace.