Brady Bunch & Drinking Water During Quarantine

In 10+ years on Facebook/social media, this is the second meme I’m posting — relevant + funny (I need the humor)…

The first meme I posted weeks BQ/before quarantine related to the four days I fasted in the wild in July solely drinking water: “I used to think coffee was the grown-up drink. Then I thought alcohol was the grown-up drink. Now I have achieved full enlightenment and know that water is the grown-up drink.”

I know this last one ~> 🍸 <~ has likely changed for a lot of people 😊 and in our next LIVEN livestream [Sunday 9:05am Pacific], Josh and I might just tackle the subject and tell you our story of doing the complete opposite…it’s been awesome and so interesting!


#haveasnackofwater 😊

Make happiness (or peace or gentleness) your business — especially now during quarantine.

Life is good,




Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

More Wrinkles, Close Your Eyes & Breathe

All the markings found on our bodies can be gorgeous reference points and honest representations of what we’ve taken in, and of all we’ve let go.

What we’ve held onto or let go, what we tend to call good or bad, is exactly as it is and needs to be.

It’s brought you here, sitting in the passenger seat of a car, with age the sage inside, giving you back thanks for *not* being the passenger in your life…



Make happiness your business by creating your authentic brand…enjoy your business, enjoy your life!

Life is good,




Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur 

“All” We’re Left with IS Connection.

The good news or reality I keep connecting to after each additional FaceTime, video or zoom (last one on this past Tuesday with my Compassion Prison Project prison team) is this ~> “all” we’re left with IS connection.

Quarantine needn’t mean isolation and yes, virtual may not be your cup of tea, but we were made to adapt, flex, shift and to be able see the possibility inside change, especially right now.

We still have it (connection).
We still have each other.

My Last Name (Ode to Stepparents & Nurturers)

I find our histories, our coats of many colors, so utterly beautiful—they’re real and they’re ours and here we are being exactly us, doing what we’re able to do with the those very threads of life experience (and the *people* who loved us) living inside us —

“So, it says Mandel page 1 and Mandel page 2 in the header, but how do I get it to…”, he said to Josh…

I heard that and paused the work I was doing and took a photo to remember the thoughts/feelings that shot through me in that moment (that pic in the comments).

I couldn’t help but focus on the name (his last name) that came out of Nolan’s mouth as I watched Josh help Nolan with a science lab report that’s due today before he starts Spring Break.

For some reason, likely everything happening right now and my heart further opening to all possibilities and realities around the world, I focused on the last name that came out of Nolan’s mouth.

I kept watching my husband — the present father who lives in him — made up of all his specific life experiences, help his son, who also, (already) is made up of *his* own specific life experiences…

I felt gratitude.

Josh was adopted by what you and I might call his stepdad — Josh took his last name when he was 18, and I, too, was adopted by mine around the same time, taking on my own new last name.

Though we each felt pain at not having the relationship we wanted with our biological fathers, here we are and there we were with men who showed up in our lives to s h o w up.

When Josh and I met 22 years ago, we realized we had these similar threads to our greater life stories and in that, we felt seen and connected to one another…

But, before the connection to one another, we had already felt deeply connected to what happens inside of a human (or, a pup — Holland is adopted, too,✌🏽) when you feel a part of something.

Our names, each of them, no matter what the exact story is they hold, do exactly that ~ they hold the range of available rays of the realness of life…the pain, the grief, the joy, the hope.

I’m holding onto that last one for longer (always)…hope.

Deep to our core and held by names given, taken, changed, or added (and by people gone and come and stayed), as well as held inside the history of each of our family books had that key ingredient baked into it –


Of that I’m sure.

We wouldn’t be here otherwise.

Make happiness (or peace or gentleness) your business — especially now during quarantine.

Life is good,




Michelle Ghilotti
Success Designer, Brand Activator & Social Entrepreneur