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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-8128067417169427100</id><published>2012-02-09T16:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T16:02:45.198-05:00</updated><title type="text">Beyond Tired</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/8128067417169427100/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=8128067417169427100&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8128067417169427100" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8128067417169427100" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/beyond-tired.html" title="Beyond Tired" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am emotionally tired. I think that I am taking this week in stride and rolling with the flow instead of letting the rushing waters of change pull me under. However no matter how well I do this it seems that there just comes a point when I need to sleep deeply and let go of reality in favor of dreams. I am always amazed at how necessary it is to get in some dream time. Dream time seems to put a &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3401360646125746490</id><published>2012-02-08T06:14:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T06:14:28.347-05:00</updated><title type="text">Listening to our Animals</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/3401360646125746490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=3401360646125746490&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3401360646125746490" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3401360646125746490" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/listening-to-our-animals.html" title="Listening to our Animals" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">It has come to my attention that animals are here to teach us about spirituality. Their frailty and their ability to accept what is there in the moment of any given situation is a lesson in itself. As humans we have the ability to complain and vocalize about our life and living conditions. And for many of us this is what we do over the simplest situations. We have expected life to be simple and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3664382371381392213</id><published>2012-02-07T23:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T05:01:14.404-05:00</updated><title type="text">Ginger Bear</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/3664382371381392213/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=3664382371381392213&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3664382371381392213" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3664382371381392213" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/ginger-bear.html" title="Ginger Bear" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Our Ginger Bear went in for emergency surgery to have her spleen and two masses removed. We picked her up late this afternoon. We are taking it moment by moment. Yet over all I am filled with happiness that I can spend another day with her.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-8454469651712457051</id><published>2012-02-06T06:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T06:21:27.450-05:00</updated><title type="text">Friday Continues</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/8454469651712457051/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=8454469651712457051&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8454469651712457051" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8454469651712457051" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/friday-continues.html" title="Friday Continues" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">As it turns out the lesson that showed up on Friday became important on Saturday. I spent 3 hours at the emergency veterinarian with our beloved Ginger Bear. She is very ill and at this point we are taking it moment by moment. It is easy to slip into “what ifs” and this can bring waves of sadness.  The path that I created on Friday keeps calling me and I remember how it felt. I keep pulling &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-4215456437736113982</id><published>2012-02-03T16:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-03T16:53:59.697-05:00</updated><title type="text">Make a Note of That</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/4215456437736113982/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=4215456437736113982&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/4215456437736113982" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/4215456437736113982" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/make-note-of-that.html" title="Make a Note of That" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am happy that it is Friday. I have arrived at Friday and have managed to shed some of the pressures that I had earlier this week. I have planned a wonderful dinner and am looking forward to two days of not knowing what I will do. I have some projects on my list, yet none of them have to get done this weekend. I do have to wonder if finally getting some sleep has a lot to do with the stable mood&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3647504740933269817</id><published>2012-02-02T17:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T17:31:55.864-05:00</updated><title type="text">Taking a Nap</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/3647504740933269817/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=3647504740933269817&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3647504740933269817" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3647504740933269817" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/taking-nap.html" title="Taking a Nap" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I had the opportunity to take a nap today. I had not planned on it and had not expected it to be successful. I am a bit groggy now, however the nap worked out. I drifted off to sleep ending up in the land of lucid dreams; one of my favorite places to end up. For me this state allows me to really step away from my life and I always come back feeling rested like I had a vacation from myself.
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-7287683340062835756</id><published>2012-02-01T18:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T18:52:49.902-05:00</updated><title type="text">Stepping Out of the Cold</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/7287683340062835756/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=7287683340062835756&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/7287683340062835756" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/7287683340062835756" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/02/stepping-out-of-cold.html" title="Stepping Out of the Cold" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I went to a meeting this morning and it was cold, very cold. It was 48 degrees and it was an inside meeting. Apparently the programmable thermostat stopped working because it needed new batteries. This problem was taken care of and the heat did go up a bit during the 3 hour meeting. The thing that was most astonishing to me is that we all sat there in the cold. I at least got my jacket and gloves&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-6216736740358554942</id><published>2012-01-31T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T18:51:10.402-05:00</updated><title type="text">Maybe, Just Maybe</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/6216736740358554942/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=6216736740358554942&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6216736740358554942" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6216736740358554942" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/maybe-just-maybe.html" title="Maybe, Just Maybe" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I was reminded today to ask what is possible instead of drawing conclusions and getting stuck on what I think is not possible. This question of possibility is directed at me, yet it is not rhetorical. It is directed at the still part of me, that inner sense of knowing, that keeps me looking to be the best that I can be.
Impossibility is a huge road block I throw up to stop myself  dead and if I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-8944564139245075147</id><published>2012-01-30T07:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T07:38:48.662-05:00</updated><title type="text">Slogging Through Rough Terrain</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/8944564139245075147/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=8944564139245075147&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8944564139245075147" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8944564139245075147" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/slogging-through-rough-terrain.html" title="Slogging Through Rough Terrain" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Saturday night brought no sleep. I wish I could say that it was my usual insomnia, but it wasn’t. Life bothered me. And it bothered me well into Sunday. I try not to get locked into a point of view about things, yet sometimes it seems like it is just beyond my control (even though I know it isn’t). I spent some time doing things that were not a vibrational match for me (I felt emotionally lost at&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-1548366151209999052</id><published>2012-01-27T05:48:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T07:13:05.354-05:00</updated><title type="text">Waiting for 2012</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/1548366151209999052/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=1548366151209999052&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/1548366151209999052" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/1548366151209999052" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/waiting-for-2012.html" title="Waiting for 2012" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">
The sensationalism has started. There are a lot of things being said about this year and only time will tell if they are true. Will the world end in December? Will the banks and money systems end just like they did in the year 2000? Oh, that’s right they didn’t. So how is 2012 different?
Are we so certain that we have gotten doomsday right this time? I am not saying nothing will happen by the &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-6061408511414892105</id><published>2012-01-26T06:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T06:58:03.661-05:00</updated><title type="text">Got Stories?</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/6061408511414892105/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=6061408511414892105&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6061408511414892105" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6061408511414892105" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/got-stories.html" title="Got Stories?" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was fascinated by a story line that was playing in my head this morning. No matter what I said to myself I just kept pulling together “facts” to create the storyline. This was not a story about something I was going to write as a fictional novel. It was a story that pertained to my life and the details of my life.  I knew it was ridiculous and only based on one real fact, yet I just kept &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-439203275574018878</id><published>2012-01-25T05:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T16:08:41.803-05:00</updated><title type="text">It Can’t Be All About Procrastination</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/439203275574018878/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=439203275574018878&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/439203275574018878" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/439203275574018878" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/it-cant-be-all-about-procrastination.html" title="It Can’t Be All About Procrastination" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">It seems that every couple of days I am checking in with the work load that has built up. I sort through the list in my mind just to see if everything is moving forward. Most of the time this mental process works well enough and I am actually getting done what I want to do. Other times outside tasks infringe on my time and I have to make a list so that these “other” tasks don’t lose their way. I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-6296347966034109272</id><published>2012-01-24T06:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T06:21:41.464-05:00</updated><title type="text">Lights Out</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/6296347966034109272/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=6296347966034109272&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6296347966034109272" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6296347966034109272" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/lights-out.html" title="Lights Out" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">As I get older I am discovering that I don’t sleep as much anymore. I find myself awake in the middle of the night. I might use the time to do some deep breathing or meditate or I might just get up and start my day writing or doing some paper work for the business. Last night, however I was woken from a sound sleep. Our elderly dog was pacing back and forth. As I tried to shake off sleep I &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-5746790464177680781</id><published>2012-01-23T17:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T17:25:39.540-05:00</updated><title type="text">Not What He Planned</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/5746790464177680781/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=5746790464177680781&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/5746790464177680781" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/5746790464177680781" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/not-what-he-planned.html" title="Not What He Planned" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I recently read that a local veterinarian passed away from pancreatic cancer. I didn’t know he was sick. He was not my vet but he used to be. Apparently when he found out he was sick he sold his business and worked on healing full time. It struck me how hard he must have worked to build his practice and that getting sick and selling it was probably not what he planned. I wonder how often we have &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2782232906008280730</id><published>2012-01-20T17:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T17:58:27.314-05:00</updated><title type="text">A Dark Start</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/2782232906008280730/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=2782232906008280730&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2782232906008280730" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2782232906008280730" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/dark-start.html" title="A Dark Start" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I got up really early this morning and was heading off at 5:30 to a meeting in the snow. It was really dark and not many people where on the road which was nice. This all changed rapidly. I was amazed at the lights that started to show on the horizon ahead. These lights turned out to be the spot lights at a gas station. I was not sure why a gas station needed so many lights that where actually &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-104995881775686710</id><published>2012-01-19T18:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T18:07:47.997-05:00</updated><title type="text">Slow; So Slow</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/104995881775686710/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=104995881775686710&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/104995881775686710" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/104995881775686710" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/slow-so-slow.html" title="Slow; So Slow" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I had one of those days that seemed just a bit too slow. It is strange how a slow day can be more tiring than an action packed day. In the middle of a slow day I generally feel like I need a nap. And even though the day is slow there is usually no opportunity for one. It is hard to get going after a slow day. It seems like the only thing that will completely banish a slow day is to go to bed and &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2756511753539722705</id><published>2012-01-18T18:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T18:16:35.488-05:00</updated><title type="text">Using My Mind Against Me</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/2756511753539722705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=2756511753539722705&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2756511753539722705" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2756511753539722705" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/using-my-mind-against-me.html" title="Using My Mind Against Me" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I received a comment on my posting about the Big Box Stores that said this is just marketing and advertising. My intent was not to be naïve about marketing and advertising. What concerns me is that our minds and our nature are used to lull us into acting out of reflex and emotion. What would be so wrong if we put a little heart into life and we nurtured each other into acting for the good of each&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-2890112374348339088</id><published>2012-01-17T19:05:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:05:45.821-05:00</updated><title type="text">Big Box Store</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/2890112374348339088/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=2890112374348339088&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2890112374348339088" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/2890112374348339088" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-box-store.html" title="Big Box Store" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">I have recently discovered the psychology of shopping in the big club stores. I know that they have super sizes of a lot of items, yet more than that it is the scale of the building that prompts us to over buy. I have recently experienced how items in the warehouse seem to grow once they get home.  And this psychology applies to all super-sized stores not just the warehouse clubs. You can over &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=BFdcSFyS-Bc:9W14j5gon-A:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=BFdcSFyS-Bc:9W14j5gon-A:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-1312854084442544033</id><published>2012-01-16T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T19:06:06.353-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Get Hungry</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/1312854084442544033/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=1312854084442544033&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/1312854084442544033" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/1312854084442544033" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-get-hungry.html" title="I Get Hungry" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I am discovering that my ability to consume large amounts of food is exponentially proportional to the hunger I get as I contemplate my place in the world. It is the contemplation of what is next and my inability to define a next path that drives me to the kitchen in search of food. The food does not hold any answers and it does not satiate my hunger. All it does is stimulate a few endorphins as &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=lnzCxQ-W1oY:KUACdLRpY4Y:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=lnzCxQ-W1oY:KUACdLRpY4Y:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-5178984341521018653</id><published>2012-01-13T05:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T05:33:05.678-05:00</updated><title type="text">Scripted Reality</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/5178984341521018653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=5178984341521018653&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/5178984341521018653" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/5178984341521018653" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/scripted-reality.html" title="Scripted Reality" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Continuing with yesterday’s post I just wanted to comment that we all know that reality TV is scripted; don’t we? Well I am at least fairly certain that it is and if it isn't I am practically sure that it is at least pushed and prodded in a certain direction. I bring all this up because of the comments that I have noticed on the web. I have started to watch TV through my computer. This means that&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=Rv_N_CiQ5aY:_REsgQ1RPeE:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=Rv_N_CiQ5aY:_REsgQ1RPeE:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-8140864540339197264</id><published>2012-01-12T05:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-12T05:56:02.659-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Get Lost</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/8140864540339197264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=8140864540339197264&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8140864540339197264" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/8140864540339197264" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-get-lost.html" title="I Get Lost" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Yesterday was one of those mornings where the sky was so beautiful that I had to stop the car and watch. I am never sure what I am watching for. It just seems like it is a moment that is too amazing to lose. The colors yesterday where pink and blue and there was a shade of light and awe mixed in that I have never found words for. Perhaps it is a lightness that only the clouds can come up with. &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=9aADBvc9fC0:bb_ILOcU0jM:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?a=9aADBvc9fC0:bb_ILOcU0jM:qj6IDK7rITs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AwakenToYourLife?d=qj6IDK7rITs" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-3572520863109537918</id><published>2012-01-11T05:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T05:50:39.693-05:00</updated><title type="text">I Get Crabby</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/3572520863109537918/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=3572520863109537918&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3572520863109537918" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/3572520863109537918" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-get-crabby.html" title="I Get Crabby" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I have to admit that I have been dragging my feet a bit. The New Year is well underway and I have remained silent. I wish that I could say that I have been silently watching and gathering my thoughts together, but that is just not the case. I seldom ever have to gather my thoughts. They seem to swell up inside of me and then they just roar forth like a summer thunderstorm; I rarely can stop them.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-4538820318468823355</id><published>2011-12-23T06:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T19:06:03.374-05:00</updated><title type="text">Ah The Holidays</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/4538820318468823355/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=4538820318468823355&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/4538820318468823355" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/4538820318468823355" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2011/12/ah-holidays.html" title="Ah The Holidays" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">It is a few days before the Christmas holiday and we are really not ready at all. The tree is not up and we do not have presents for each other. We do have lots of presents for the dogs, cats, chickens and fish. I would like to say that it has been an overwhelming year, yet that is not my sense. We have been busy and remain busy, yet it does not seem overwhelming. It has been a happy peaceful &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-793180143363520399.post-6735308539546562431</id><published>2011-12-19T22:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T16:16:40.608-05:00</updated><title type="text">Diets are a way I hate myself even more</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/feeds/6735308539546562431/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=793180143363520399&amp;postID=6735308539546562431&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6735308539546562431" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/793180143363520399/posts/default/6735308539546562431" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://journey-coach.blogspot.com/2011/12/diets-are-way-i-hate-myself-even-more.html" title="Diets are a way I hate myself even more" /><author><name>Elizabeth P. Ashworth</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I was silently chastising myself for not keeping up with my new program. And as my internal dialog continued I realized that dieting and all the ways that I had been looking at my health, weight and eating lifestyle was completely dysfunctional. I realized that this was (perhaps) the last hold out in a long string of ideas that traveled the realms of self hatred and not being good enough the way &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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