According to the Chinese Zodiac, this is the Year of the Rabbit, the luckiest sign on the calendar. 
Last year belonged to the Tiger, a year of power.  
2011 will be all about Speed. 
So, hurry up. 
Quit stalling. 
Start acting. 
Because if you're not fast enough, the rabbit is going to fly right past you into 2012. 

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Other insights on the year of the Rabbit:
The Year of the Rabbit will also be a time where you can calm your nerves. 
It is time for negotiation. 
Don't try to force issues, because if you do you will ultimately fail. 
To gain the greatest benefits from this time, focus on home, family, security and diplomacy. 
Make it a goal to create a safe, peaceful lifestyle, so you will be able to calmly deal with any problems that may arise. 

There is a memory that sticks in my mind, from almost 24 years ago. When my daughter Jenny was two and a half, I took her to the park to search for rainbows the day after a torrential rainstorm.  Her tiny feet could not help but jump up and down; her petite arms reached high trying to touch the rainbow; her beautiful smile bright, as if lit up by the seven colors of the rainbow itself.

Her delight was contagious. As I followed after Jenny, looking up at the rainbow myself, I saw the bold arch of colors as a reflection of her intrepid resilience and appreciation for all aspects of life – two qualities that made her into the bold little person she was.

I was pulled from my musing when I suddenly heard a splash, accompanied by the scene of Jenny sitting in the middle of an enormous puddle, covered in mud, tears brimming at the corners of her eyes. Just as she titled her head back, ready to start wailing, a crowd of old women gathered around her, prattling and jabbering about the poor little girl in the mud, and where was her mother who didn’t run to comfort her daughter. But instead of crying, Jenny’s eyes widened looking up at the old women, and started to giggle! My motherly instinct to rush over and sweep my muddy daughter up into my arms was immediately calmed by Jenny’s funny change of heart. Instead, I walked over to her and said “You CAN do it! Stand up slowly . . . and come to Mommy!” Encouraging her to get out of the mud herself, I knew she was learning a survival skill that would help her for the rest of her life.

The experience was uplifting. Those noisy crowd that was criticizing me for not rescuing my daughter, began to cheer on Jenny’s every move, until finally her little muddy arms were wrapped tightly around my legs. Now we were both soggy, but our spirits soared high. I’d like to think that small victory marked the beginning of my little girl’s journey towards becoming a strong, resilient woman. 

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The runner in the picture on the left is a survivor. Going from being diagnosed with Crohn's and Colitis at the age of 14 to becoming a Marathon runner today, he seems to have been in his own muddy situation for the last 20 years. But his attitude pushes him to keep running through and eventually out of the mud, into that lush green forest just a few tenacious sprints away. This runner knows that he is responsible for his own choices, and he chooses to survive.

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The husband of a friend of mine was recently sent to jail, for who knows how long. As a mother of three, and still in school, my friend can barely afford to pay for her kids and the mortgage. She doesn’t want a divorce, even though the law might not allow her husband to live with his family once he gets out of jail. Her options are thin; her outcomes are limited. She has no one; worse yet, she is too proud to ask anyone for help. What would you do if you were in her shoes? Whatever your answer, it’s probably easier said than done.

I recently had a chance to communicate with my friend via e-mail. And much to my surprise and relief, I was inspired by her words: “I’ve thought a lot about the whole ‘survival mode’ for the past month or so. I know my situation appears frightening to others, but I am not afraid.”

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The point is this. Survivors come in many forms: little girls, muddy runners, mothers of three, even me. I’m a survivor: of the communist labor camps in China right after high school; of an 18-year long marriage ending in divorce; of immigrating to a new country at age 40 with my three-year old daughter and just $10 in my pocket.

We have all survived something. The trick is: can we surpass survival, dwelling on the edge of life’s debts, and instead, collect the profits of living?