Category Archives: Inspiration

Living with Intent: 6 Steps to Living a Healthier, More Joyful & Purposeful Life

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About two years ago, I approached my father (Deepak Chopra) with a confession. I told him I was generally exhausted, over caffeinated and my sugar addiction was out of control.  I realized I was overscheduled trying to balance my role as a wife, mom, and entrepreneur with Intent.com, my start-up social media company. I felt bloated and had a lot of body pain. I hadn’t been meditating or exercising much, and at night I was having trouble sleeping. My father looked shell shocked, and it took a few moments for him to transition from concerned father to Deepak Chopra, the person that thousands go to for health advice. Continue reading

From Intent.com: Cultivating Peace

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I found myself sitting at a business lunch highly frustrated without knowing how I got that way. Had someone said something to make me mad? Was I mad at someone? Was I mad about the service? Or maybe something that had happened en route to lunch?
It sounds like a lot of questions about a simple feeling but recently I’ve started taking a moment to inventory a situation when I’m frustrated. Continue reading

Hey, Bono.

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Hello.

I’m not sure who is going to read this, but I do know one thing. It will get to the people who are meant to be called, slightly appalled and never stalled.

That’s you. And you know who you are, so I don’t need to go into great detail to describe you, to yourself, because you already have that description, prescription and inscription infused deeply in your DNA.

You get it, in other words.

This is important, because there is a message I am here to deliver. And it goes something like this.

Have you noticed that something has been a little different these days? I sure have. The TV is on, but the satellite signals are weak. It may be the result of long drives on an adventure that is just starting to take off. I can only see the first 100 feet in front me, at a time, but eventually the road will unfold to reveal millions of miles traveled when you turn around and look back.

But we are looking ahead right now. And I’m looking through you. Sorry. Back to business.

For a while now, it seems as though we have gotten completely off track, off mission, off brand and further trapped in the illusion of our own intentions.

And if you are anything like me (and for some reason, I really think you are more than you or I know) you might feel the same way.

You scratch. You think. You blink. You scratch.

You can’t quite figure it out, but there is something slightly off set, a little askew and very off beat, but in a good way, and you just can’t create the snapshot of sense in your head that will explain it.

I know. It’s OK.

You are glad that I said something. You weren’t sure if you were going crazy, or if everyone else are going crazy, but yes. I am here to tell you that you are correct in thinking that something is different, something is going on, and something is pushing you on, getting you there and you were just waiting for someone to make the first move.

Well, it is done. Isn’t that better? (You are welcome.)

I’m pretty sure that on this unusual day you find yourself alone, just you, and the me-niverse, face to face, vis-a-vis, and mano-a-machino, you are thinking what i’m thinking.

It is a good feeling.

The time is now. A time of awakening. A time of shaking and now finally a time of thought baking.

And we don’t need Bono to tell us what we already know. And here is the unmistakable, unforsake-able and un-breakable truth.

There is a light, that never goes out, and a signal of life, the true breath of God-force that swells, dives, drives and energizes through you like the power of every single light bulb in existence.

To say it another way. Anything is possible. You are not trapped.

Ah, yes. You know the feeling when you can jump from beyond yourself. You can’t shake this off, fake it, or justify it with the riddles of intellect that really just build bricks, in the wall between you and yourself.

Life and the universe are limitless, and that’s the truth that we don’t hear enough. And once you get this, you will be ready to make the next series of infinite moves, every 100 feet at a time.

Now you are getting it.

You can taste it. It is in the air. You and me, and a cast of billions of souls all looking for the same thing, all at once and all together now. We seek the one thing that we can’t quite finger, figure or forgive, but we know that it is the reason we are all here.

We fight a lot about right and wrong, up and down, in and out, who owns what, who lives where, who loves whom, but somehow, we have lost sight of the really big perplexing and perpetual point.

Why are we here? Maybe we are just here, en route to getting there.

Hmm…that’s changes everything doesn’t it.

There must be an answer to the question that is on everyone’s mind, and yet we have never collated the collective courage to ask, and fight back with a vengeance so viral, that even Bono would be impressed.

And, as you know, now is a good time. Yes, right now.

We used to need Bono to tell us this, in the same way we needed every other icon, mythical figure, divine deity or metaphorical mind to be a symbol of ourselves, or who we need to be and become. But, I think we got this now.

But let’s move on before we get lost in a sea of semantics.

Some of us call it the moment of truth.

I think that is a good way to describe this feeling of connection, true and real, bow and kneel, look and feel. It is an enlightening bolt that touches and torches you in places that you never knew existed, and lets you know that yes, there is something beyond you that calls the shots, and it is now finally calling out to you.

And then it goes away. As fast as it came. But that’s OK, now that you know, it will be back. But you need to know that you want this.

And you do. Want this. You got this.

You can take it from here.

Good Luck: Words of Wisdom on Being Lucky

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Today is Saint Patrick’s Day! Named for a man who was brave and made the most of hard situations, the original Patrick was kidnapped by Gaelic raiders and found God in the years he spent on the Emerald isle. He was able to escape back to his home in Britain only to return to Ireland as an evangelist after becoming a priest.

Are you in a rock bottom moment? Maybe it’s an opportunity waiting to be realized, with out without a little luck! Here are some words of wisdom to bring a little extra shimmer to your Tuesday: Continue reading

How to Wake Up With Ease & Excitement

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I’m out with a new Dear Gabby video, and this one totally rocks. As you know, for the past decade I’ve been a motivational speaker and self-help book author. I wake up every day freaking thrilled to run to my computer and get to work. I am so psyched about my career because I let passion and purpose become my life’s work. And I believe we all have the power to turn our passion into our paycheck. Continue reading

Preorder “Living with Intent” and bring home a thank you gift!

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Dear Friends,

I have spent the last two years working on Living with Intent: My Somewhat Messy Journey to Purpose, Peace and Joy — so it is both exciting and nerve wracking to finally begin sharing it! If you are interested in purchasing the book, I would be so grateful if you consider pre-ordering it now, and I am offering a special bonus gift to those who do. Continue reading

I’ve Never Met Leonard Cohen.

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If I could save time in a bottle, the first thing that Id like to do.” – Jim Croce.

I wonder what it feels like to be Leonard Cohen.

I mean think about it. Here’s this guy, this larger than life, almost MYTHICAL figure, who has entire generations of people hanging on every word, croak and chord, desperate for whatever truth he can wink at you.

He is the icon of an epoch. The tortured soul of a generation.

And what a beautiful era it was, full of sexual intellectualism, sinister wit and dripping with magical prowess that we have never witnessed since maybe Pan or Plato.

And that is a lot of pressure. Even for Leonard Cohen.

I came close to meeting him once.

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Living With Intent: My Brother, Gotham Chopra. And My (Somewhat) Biased Review of Kobe Bryant’s Muse

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I have a memory of a family lunch at a famous seafood restaurant in Boston. I was 14 years old and my brother, Gotham, was 11. After ordering our food, members of the Boston Celtics basketball team marched through the entrance, scattering themselves among tables near us. Larry Bird, Dennis Johnson, Kevin McHale, Danny Ainge, Robert Parish – they were all there. Gotham stopped breathing. Not because he had choked on a piece of swordfish – but because he could not contain his excitement. His eyes went wide with disbelief. He literally could not speak.

My father was appalled. “These are just kids who can throw a ball in a hoop,” he chastised Gotham. “Doctors, scientists, humanitarians, these are the heroes you should be worshipping!” Gotham ignored my dad. He was in a sacred place, and nothing could take away his joy. The fact was my brother’s Religion was Sports, and these were his gods. Continue reading