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“Hi. My name is Oliver, and this is my story. I live on an exclusive housing estate in Myanmar. Picture, if you will, a gated community with excellent recreational facilities.

With all the changes in the world today, I felt really unsettled and anxious in 2016. Last year, I released many old relationships and even changed jobs. I am wondering what can be seen in my records for 2017.

I’m not very good at expressing myself, and I am not even sure I know exactly what I want to ask. Maybe I am suffering from postpartum depression or just depression, or maybe it’s neither of those. I don’t know how I feel. I just know I should feel different from this.

In this column, you will read inspiring stories from people all over the world who request most benevolent outcomes (MBOs) for themselves and say benevolent prayers (BPs) for others, and they request both out loud.

We have often heard that 90 percent of success is showing up. We might feel it is easy to show up, but do we, really? We might wonder, “Who doesn’t know how to show up?” We appear. We make time, space, and opportunity to show up. What is the big deal? But do we really show up? Are we present?

diiyin’s note: My friends, this is a magnificent thing. The people come together in groups looking for ways to facilitate peace. I speak with permission. Those who can, move forward!

In the past few weeks, several friends have told me that their relationships or marriages are ending or have become increasingly challenging.

Are you concerned about the new administration? I suggest a benevolent prayer (BP) that you and all your friends can say together out loud that will absolutely make a difference.

There have been a lot of upsets and moves in our lives, and I think it is affecting poor Murray. He has separation anxiety. We have been in our home for one month. Although I don’t have to work a lot outside the home and he is not alone for long periods, I do have to leave him at times.

I dreamed I had a little bug-bite scab on my leg. It started looking like a blackhead, so I squeezed it, and it popped out like a bug. When the head of it came out of my leg, I grabbed it with my thumb and index finger. I finished pulling it out and wiped it on the sidewalk.