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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8ERn05fip7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845917664231053501</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:13:27.326-08:00</updated><category term="JLT Somewhere In Time" /><category term="Affirmations" /><title>Janice L Tarver's Somewhere In Time</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845917664231053501/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>The Happy Medium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003349582387098116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PujsPA2nJhY/TkM5hCfSCcI/AAAAAAAAABk/rZHd02mC-0c/s220/jan2_JPG.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/JaniceLTarversSomewhereInTime" /><feedburner:info uri="janiceltarverssomewhereintime" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cDQ38-fip7ImA9WhdaFE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845917664231053501.post-4650739866028344529</id><published>2011-10-23T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T15:31:12.156-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-23T15:31:12.156-07:00</app:edited><title>The Peace that Passes All Understanding</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Have you ever had that feeling, sometimes it happens when someone passes over, sometimes when you hear something that stops you in your tracks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Being in nature, being present is another way&amp;nbsp; to &amp;nbsp;describing it perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Everything seems to stop all the chatter in your head quiets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's truly a feeling one never forgets, it stays with you, it calls to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Total Presence"&amp;nbsp; No thought, how wonderful.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;To explain it desolves it.&amp;nbsp; It's truly nothing you want to explain.&amp;nbsp; In the moment.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Go out in nature this weekend and see if you can't feel this wonderful presence.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-4650739866028344529?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I believe when they go over to the other side, they're in a loving place, and surrounded by loving souls who together all watch the ones that are left behind, and how the suicide has changed or affected them forever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've seen movies that depict souls going into a limbo place, I've never believed that!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I wonder if a soul comes here too soon, do they not seem to fit, as it's been my experience, when talking for these souls, that seems to be the thread.&amp;nbsp; "I never fit"&amp;nbsp; "I didn't feel I belonged there"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Nothing seemed right, at any time of my life"&amp;nbsp; " I told everyone, I knew I wouldn't stay and die an elderly person".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We're in a history of war and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;genecide, and just watching TV the violence is overwhelming.&amp;nbsp; Children are being bullied to a point where their taking their life.&amp;nbsp; When is this going to stop?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;People hate the president just because he's black.&amp;nbsp; So no matter what he does or doesn't do, it's get rid of him.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One of the Buddha's teachings was to simply hold up a flower... his disciples were unsure as to the message at first, but finally they all began to smile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Getting back to nature, seeing the simplicity , and beauty of it, is perhaps the gift and the way back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What is the truth anyway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Politicians are fighting with each other because their truth is different than the other side's truth.&amp;nbsp; Who's&amp;nbsp; right&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Who's wrong.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Neither.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The truth is what you decide it to be.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The truth for you, because of&amp;nbsp;your life experience, might be very different for someone who has&amp;nbsp;not had the experience.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;People tend to want to fight for what they believe is true&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Had you ever had the experience of someone telling you, that you were&amp;nbsp;absolutely wrong!&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Knowing of course,that &amp;nbsp;you are&amp;nbsp;not wrong.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This happened a lot to me as a child,&amp;nbsp; "Did you just stick your tongue out at me?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My answer, 'NO!' and yet the response was "I don't believe you, I know you did"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My head was saying,&amp;nbsp; "I wanted to, but I didn't dare, I know I would have caught more hell".&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"The Truth Will Set You Free".&amp;nbsp; How many times have we heard that.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't seem to be solving much lately.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Perhaps. "I know we might disagree, but that's okay, let's compromise"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "I'm willing to see your point of view, but please consider mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Just a thought.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-8743568739775388050?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;There was a blind girl who hated herself because she was blind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She hated everyone, except her loving boyfriend. He was always there for her. She told her boyfriend, 'If I could only see the world, I will marry you.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;One day, someone donated a pair of eyes to her. When the bandages came off, she was able to see everything, including her boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;He asked &lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;her, 'Now that you can see the world, will you marry me?' The girl looked at her boyfriend and saw that he was blind. The sight of his closed eyelids shocked her. She hadn't expected that. The thought of looking at them the rest of her life led her to refuse to marry him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Her boyfriend left in tears and days later wrote a note to her saying: 'Take good care of your eyes, my dear, for before they were yours, they were mine.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;This is how the human brain often works when our status changes. Only a very few remember what life was like before, and who was always by their side in the most painful situations. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;Life Is a Gift &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Calibri&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-1505192665400332524?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So , I pulled out my Abraham book written by Jerry and Esther Hicks to see what was said about patience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The following is a quote from their &amp;nbsp;book, The Law of Attraction.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Jerry asks, " How do you feel telling someone, 'Just be patient?'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Abraham's answer--&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 'When you understand the Law of Attraction... and when you begin to deliberately direct your own thoughts... then the&amp;nbsp;things you desire will flow quickly and steadily into your experience- and patience will not be necessary.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We are not excited about anyone learning patience, for it implies that things naturally take a long time, and that is not true.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;They only take a long time coming, when your thoughts are contradicted.&amp;nbsp; If you move forward and then backward, then forward and then backward... you could potentially never get to where you want to go.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;But when you stop moving backward and only move forward, you will get there quickly. And that does not require patience.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wow!&amp;nbsp; I've been doing just that, the foward is wanting to get this show on the road, the backward has been&amp;nbsp;my questioning our realtor.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She's going after bigger houses and trusting the MLS will be enough for other realtors to sell this house... either way she gets the commission.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've spent a lot of time in the idea, I had to learn patience.&amp;nbsp; This is great, I have something new to play with.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hope this helps you.&amp;nbsp; If you're like me, it feels like its&amp;nbsp;a matter of patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-2262036368419781704?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Recently I had read, "Dog, the only creature on earth who loves you more than himself."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This must be the time to write, because I was sent a picture of Cairo, the dog that helped put down Osama Bin Laden.&amp;nbsp; He was taught to jump out of a jet plane with full body armor and an oxygen mask.&amp;nbsp; I sat and marveled at what he was taught and how he was&amp;nbsp;a huge part of a team of Navy Seals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Anyone that has had a dog, feels the unconditional love.&amp;nbsp; Lately, I've been painting portraits of dogs that have passed over.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough, when the eyes go on, I feel the dog's soul talking to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I had a situation where I was asked to paint a shepard&amp;nbsp;that had left too soon,&amp;nbsp; I was sent her picture, actually several...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I tried and tried, but couldn't get it on canvas right.&amp;nbsp; I felt she didn't want me to paint her.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; She told me about another dog in her house she didn't like, talked about a child that had grown and now they weren't the buddies they use to be.&amp;nbsp; She felt like a human giving me glimpses of her life here.&amp;nbsp; I gave up after destroying five canvases.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;That evening my dog, Angus &amp;nbsp;and I were sitting together on a sofa, when I felt heavy paws step on my foot and jump on the sofa, at the same time my&amp;nbsp;Angus &amp;nbsp;went nuts and starting growling and running all over the sofa trying to find the dog we couldn't see!&amp;nbsp; Finally it stopped.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I told this story to the family and they said, she was like a human and had a mind of her own.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've had many readings regarding people feeling, seeing or hearing the dog or cat and even a monkey that left this world physically but never spiritually!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My Korean tai chi master, announced in class one day, "Dogs don't have souls"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I looked around at the other students waiting for someone to challenge him, no one said anything,&amp;nbsp; so of course, I jumped in and said he was an ass if he didn't believe all life has soul.&amp;nbsp; We went around and around, finally I said," You've never had a dog so you can't experience what we have experienced until you do."&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;As I'm writing this, Angus got spooked by something, so from a sound sleep, he jumped up and started running all over the bed, chasing something or someone he can't see.&amp;nbsp; How wonderful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We're not alone and that's comforting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-7805703148300507142?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I stumbled upon a book that had people's epitaphs as written on their grave stones.&amp;nbsp; The one I always remembered was-- '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Only Hurt She Ever Caused&amp;nbsp;Was When She Left.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Powerful.  &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was wishing I could say this...&amp;nbsp;but then, I was not really feeling that it was true (for me).&amp;nbsp; I recall all the disappointments that my parents had regarding me.&amp;nbsp; I've encountered clients&amp;nbsp;who weren't happy and&amp;nbsp;partners that wouldn't or couldn't understand me.&amp;nbsp; I seemed to go back to the beginning as far as I could remember and boy, I sure felt that I&amp;nbsp;had made a lot of people miserable.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;In first grade, when I told my teachers who was around them in spirit, they looked angry with me and said 'You better get rid of that.'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A husband who said, 'I forbid you to seek out this kind of psychic stuff!'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How do I get there, to the place where&amp;nbsp;I know people could say... '&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The Only Hurt She Ever Caused Was When She Left?'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Something so simple but yet haunting.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So, how would I want to be remembered?&amp;nbsp; Maybe just...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'She Did The Best She Could.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Feels like cheating a bit.&amp;nbsp; But truthfully,&amp;nbsp;it is honest.&amp;nbsp; Maybe we would be better souls if we did this exercise a time or two in our journey.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;What do you think?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Does drama make us more important?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;If I have none, then I must be boring!&amp;nbsp; It feels like a virus one attracts and can't seem to get rid of.&amp;nbsp; It seems to build over time, so that that a person doesn't even realize they are&amp;nbsp;knee deep in it.&amp;nbsp; It becomes natural, a way of life, something one can't part from.&amp;nbsp; It's a universe unto itself, and it pulsates at a different frequency than happiness... for sure.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is it something&amp;nbsp;we've lived with&amp;nbsp;our whole life... and its like an old slipper, it feels comfortable? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Was it taught to us?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've listened to someone here in town tell me what she had to do in her day, drop off cleaning at the cleaners, do grocery shopping, pick up liquor at the liquor store, go to get her nails done and her hair, and take the dog to vet.&amp;nbsp; Lots of running around.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Is this any different from the rest of us?&amp;nbsp; Does this make her feel her life is different than mine.&amp;nbsp; Although, I probably wouldn't pack all that in one day, but okay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's overwhelming,&amp;nbsp;to be swimming up stream rather than down.&amp;nbsp; If we know we have a choice, if we truly feel the choice... Then&amp;nbsp;why would we choose drama?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's like a&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;soap opera,&amp;nbsp; I can remember watching them when my son was young... my neighbor and I would talk about the actors like they were people we knew.&amp;nbsp; 'Well, she married this one, had a baby with that one but her husband doesn't know that it is&amp;nbsp;not his baby.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The baby grows up and does the same thing later on.&amp;nbsp; How many&amp;nbsp;times have&amp;nbsp;we watched this?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Do we think this is the life we should have? Was it more exciting than what we were living?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;They're being paid to hook us into watching this and trying to tell us our lives are boring perhaps? What about the pills on TV we're being told we need because they will make us better? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Commercials are full of what we need to get rid of... or feel better than.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Really?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are they making us better?&amp;nbsp; What's the message?&amp;nbsp; "We're sick" and in need what they're selling.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;More drama.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Let's make a conscientious choice... to rid ourselves of as much drama as we can.&amp;nbsp;We deserve to be happy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It's a feeling, feel it, decide which makes you feel better, the drama or just being in the moment of happiness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My&amp;nbsp;love to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-7472086142218812211?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He said, 'I was there at 7:30 a.m.&amp;nbsp; I got my picture for my badge, which came out terrible.&amp;nbsp; I was given a wonderful tour of the facility and by that time it was time for lunch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;All the managers took me and my assistant for a Mexican dinner.&amp;nbsp; Mexican?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Right! &amp;nbsp;I live in San Antonio, where there are Mexican restaurants on every corner... just like&amp;nbsp;like CVS.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'Okay', he says, 'I can manage this.'&amp;nbsp; 'We talked about work and a sundry of things.&amp;nbsp; When we went back to the office, and we were all escorted to a room in which ice cream and cookies were served.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was waiting for someone to come along with blankets/binkies for nap time!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;All day I have been laughing at this.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My husband loves naps, my son once bought him a blue ribbon many years ago that said 'Nap Champ.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How wonderful of the managers of this company to welcome new employees this way.&amp;nbsp; In this day and age of computers, internet, etc.-- &amp;nbsp;I've felt that socially we were going to suffer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I want to hear&amp;nbsp;my friends' voices, the emotion is there.&amp;nbsp; When I read an e-mail, sometimes I have to reread it and wonder... 'What did they mean by that statement?' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wonder if that happens to you also.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Create a great day.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-2833142845522216980?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Since moving to Texas, I've been doing readings over the phone.&amp;nbsp; A client called. We went into relatives&amp;nbsp;who had passed over... including her husband.&amp;nbsp; I named her mother-in-law, who&amp;nbsp; also had left this world.&amp;nbsp; Now your husband and his mother are together.&amp;nbsp; I then asked who David was, 'I don't know a David' was her response.&amp;nbsp; Your mother-in-law is showing me a set of pearls.&amp;nbsp; Her response was, I never saw her wear pearls.&amp;nbsp; Okay, maybe I'm wrong, no one is 100% accurate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Two weeks later she called, asked if I remembered the pearls,&amp;nbsp; I did.&amp;nbsp; She said, she was sent a letter from an attorney named David who had something for me, I was to go to his office and pick the package up.&amp;nbsp; He said, My mother-in-law had left me something.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;On the appointed day, I went to his office.&amp;nbsp; Low and behold in the box from my mother-in-law was a pair of Mikimoto Pearls.&amp;nbsp; You were right, she announced,&amp;nbsp; WOW&amp;nbsp; it made my day as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This taught me that the future is happening in the present.&amp;nbsp; We bring the past in our present, the future is there as well.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love to you all&amp;nbsp;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-8966221332093541069?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Unless we take responsibility for what we attract in our lives, we won't change it.&amp;nbsp; This is my story, I can kick and scream all the way or I can flow downstream and see where it takes me.&amp;nbsp; This is easy at times... but sometimes we're lost in the unawareness of flowing up the stream.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We take things personnally and become stuck.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I'm forever reminding myself to flow downstream, not up.&amp;nbsp; What can be frightening is, 'IT'S ALWAYS MINE' and &amp;nbsp;'NEVER ANYONE ELSE'S.'&amp;nbsp; The Beatles had a song in which the words went "When I look into the dark, I don't know what it is, but I know its mine."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Hard to believe we created the bug on the lettuce, or the police stopping us.&amp;nbsp; That happened to me here in San Antonio,&amp;nbsp; I had a fear of authority figures, because of childhood influences, so that included the police, I was pulled over and my brain was asking me, Were you speeding?&amp;nbsp; NO.&amp;nbsp; Were you in the wrong lane? NO!&amp;nbsp; So, what the heck is he pulling you over for??? I don't know!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He told me I was missing a plate on the front of the car!&amp;nbsp; I had recently purchased this car and there were no attachments on the front for a plate, so the dealer put 2 on the back. He gave me a warning, and told me I could use it for a laundry list, a grocery list, toilet paper, he went on and on as to what&amp;nbsp;I could use the warning for.&amp;nbsp; Why did I create this?&amp;nbsp; Because I had energy on anyone who seemed to have authority over me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I began telling myself they were there to help me not insult me, or hurt me, the feeling was so much more pleasant.&amp;nbsp; When I place the officer in a helping space and not a fear space.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our attitudes have everything to do with what we are attracting in our lives, once we own it, we have the power to take time and truly experience it, then change it, if it's not what we would prefer.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Create a great day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-2488714000154690067?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;OK, so that wasn't the house for us.&amp;nbsp; She showed him a few and he came away loving one in particular.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The house is on Sunshine Square&amp;nbsp;near the corner of Happiness Street or Lane, not sure.&amp;nbsp; Wow, who wouldn't want to live on Sunshine Square? &amp;nbsp;I smile every time I think of it.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This got me to thinking about our words, and what kind of energy they possess.&amp;nbsp; Sunshine Square makes me smile.&amp;nbsp; Cancer doesn't, feel the word.....&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To some, it means leaving this world, to others having to get through something unpleasant.&amp;nbsp; Louise Hay equates cancer with anger.&amp;nbsp; It's harboring anger that turns into an illness. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;While going through a self help course years ago, I sat watching the trainers go around checking up on people.&amp;nbsp; They felt like a police force, waiting for me to screw up.&amp;nbsp; I began to list instances in my life that I felt I was being "Checked-up on."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;By the time I was finished the list, it was enormous. I must have sat for hours listing one thing, then another.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;I was finished, I felt a great deal of peace wash over me.&amp;nbsp; I asked myself what could I say, to make me feel better, less threatened!&amp;nbsp;" OH, they're checking in on me."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So from going to "Checking up" into "Checking in on" ...the feel is&amp;nbsp;greatly different.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So, as your going through your day, feel the words that you voice... and see how much energy they have.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Have fun with this. We're taking life too seriously, and remember that glue.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-3513706109285651634?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love and thanks to you all for checking in...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-4610246931734097928?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Are we waiting for happiness, believing something, or someone has to enter our life in order to be happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A little story I once heard went like this:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A man walked into a BMW showroom and began looking around, The salesman approached him and said,"Happiness is owning a BMW!"&amp;nbsp; Yes, thought the man, this is exactly what I need to be happy.&amp;nbsp; After looking over all the showroom cars, he finally decided on a convertible.&amp;nbsp; He kept on hearing the voice of the salesman "Happiness is owning a BMW".&amp;nbsp; "Great, happiness is mine, I now own a BMW."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He filled out all the necessary papers to drive the car out of the showroom and onto the street.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He felt so proud as the large doors opened for me, with salesman and manager clapping and waving as he was driving through the exit way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;He started down the busy highway and noticed how people were really driving like race car drivers, speeding, cutting people off, he began to get nervous that someone was going to hit his new BMW!&amp;nbsp; Wow! But he told himself, &amp;nbsp;"Happiness was owning a BMW" and he began to relax.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;As he's continuing on his journey, the thought came in his mind, "You don't have a garage to house this expensive car".&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My,&amp;nbsp;someone could steal my new car, I never thought about that, the insurance is going to be really high, because, I don't have a garage to keep it safe in.&amp;nbsp; Another thought, I don't want the kids eating pizza and spilling soda in the back seat.&amp;nbsp; By the time he got home, he was miserable............&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Happiness is a feeling, it's not where we live or what we own, all we can take when we leave this place are memories.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Are we waiting for the perfect mate, the perfect job, the perfect house in order to be happy?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Be happy now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-6331105357266491768?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qrAcwRDjnUx0YyPJmjxZ8VTw0oI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/qrAcwRDjnUx0YyPJmjxZ8VTw0oI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/JaniceLTarversSomewhereInTime/~4/cTmQQ_3WE1E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com/feeds/6331105357266491768/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-would-be-fine-if-onlyfill-in.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845917664231053501/posts/default/6331105357266491768?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5845917664231053501/posts/default/6331105357266491768?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/JaniceLTarversSomewhereInTime/~3/cTmQQ_3WE1E/everything-would-be-fine-if-onlyfill-in.html" title="EVERYTHING WOULD BE FINE IF ONLY........(fill in the blank)" /><author><name>The Happy Medium</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13003349582387098116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PujsPA2nJhY/TkM5hCfSCcI/AAAAAAAAABk/rZHd02mC-0c/s220/jan2_JPG.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com/2011/09/everything-would-be-fine-if-onlyfill-in.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IHQng5eyp7ImA9WhdWEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5845917664231053501.post-7561151385160788126</id><published>2011-09-03T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T10:38:53.623-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-03T10:38:53.623-07:00</app:edited><title>More about ... 'Whatever'</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So let's talk more regarding "Whatever."&amp;nbsp; Yesterday, I decided to use the phrase "Whatever" (in my mind) to most of what I was seeing and hearing throughout the day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I went to the dentist, and as she's using a drill to clean my teeth, she says, "Almost done."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My mind says, "Whatever."&amp;nbsp; Then, she continues for longer than for what I had hoped for, and says again "Almost done."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Out loud, I said "Thank God."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Yes, I &amp;nbsp;have a resistance to dentists and doctors of all kinds.&amp;nbsp; This fear goes back to my childhood, but lets not talk about&amp;nbsp;it now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Then, I'm driving home... listening to the radio and after the weather reports, news, etc.,&amp;nbsp; I keep saying "Whatever."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I proceed to e-mail friends, have conversations with people throughout the day, and my head kpt saying "Whatever."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our realtor short changed the amount that we wanted our house to be listed for.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We called and were&amp;nbsp;basically was told this couldn't be changed... without some conflict.&amp;nbsp; All of a sudden, "Whatever" was not fitting anymore!&amp;nbsp; 'It was OMG... we just lost $900.00.'&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Okay.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;So, I go back to "Whatever."&amp;nbsp; The friend I'm going to see next thursday in Connecticut and I are talking about her cancer surgery coming up and my stay being helpful to her. "Whatever" was not appropriate anymore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It is the emotion regarding what we're feeling that made it "Whatever" for me... or not.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You play with it, and let me know what you discover.&amp;nbsp; We are all in this together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Life just is.&amp;nbsp; It doesn't come with a&amp;nbsp; set of rules.&amp;nbsp; We make them up as we go along.&amp;nbsp; I do believe this and it is interesting to play with what we are all creating.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I did create the situation with the realtor.&amp;nbsp; In the past, I would have said nothing, this time I said something, and although nothing will probably change... I changed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I felt better not holding it in.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'Whatever"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-7561151385160788126?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The daughter got&amp;nbsp; mostly A's and a couple of &amp;nbsp;B's on her report card.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;And, my friend was jumping up and down with joy and pride.&amp;nbsp; Her daughters response?&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;"Whatever." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We began to talk about&amp;nbsp;how&amp;nbsp; easy it is for kids to say "Whatever and just move on."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Why can't we do the same?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My friend had many occasions with her children... in which she thought they were treated unjustly and had been passed up for awards that most of the school thought they should get.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The kid's response was... "Whatever."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When we were children, I'm sure we had the same response...&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'Okay, been there ,done that, now lets move on.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;No holding the hurt inside,&amp;nbsp; no grudge&amp;nbsp;against someone who didn't deserve to get ahead... or win something that no one thought they should have won.&amp;nbsp; No&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;people cutting you off in a line or on the road. someone telling you&amp;nbsp;when&amp;nbsp;you were wrong or&amp;nbsp;when you know you were&amp;nbsp;right.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've always believed that our children are our teachers and in&amp;nbsp;this one instance, it seems to fit.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Isn't it the responsibility&amp;nbsp;of parents,&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;work and make the efforts that we try to instill in our children?&amp;nbsp; Are we trying too hard?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Shouldn't&amp;nbsp; WE&amp;nbsp; adopt the attitude of &amp;nbsp; "Whatever."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; You decide.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-8004353742566292010?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our realtor talked for 2 1/2 hours and I felt so overwhelmed, I couldn't wait for her to leave.&amp;nbsp; She gave us homework to do... filling out papers and of course, we were missing a vital paper that will be expensive to replace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wonderful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I kept telling myself as she went on and on and on...&amp;nbsp; "Janice, your soul has chosen this!"&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It really didn't make me feel better.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I believe people are right, we've all heard the saying "Keep your eye on the prize."&amp;nbsp; That would be the new home and new friends, possibly even a pool to float in.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;No one loves your house the way you do.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;When she spoke of&amp;nbsp; 'OH Wow, ... a purple bathroom,'&amp;nbsp; I cringed&amp;nbsp;because it is my favorite bathroom in the house.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'Well, she said, we can put a sign up that says, you'll be willing to paint it a more sedate color if they wish.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'Why can't they do that themselves,' I asked.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;'We want them to feel your willing to do what they want.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This felt like please others and don't pay attention to yourself and what you want.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Keep your eye on the prize.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I have a feeling that in the coming weeks and&amp;nbsp;possibly months, my family is going to hear me say that often. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wish me luck,&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;'Keep your eye on the prize!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-6486429301785377653?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"That laundry&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;is not very clean", she &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;She doesn't know how to wash&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;correctly. Perhaps she&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;needs better laundry &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;soap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;husband looked on, but remained&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;dry, The young woman&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;would make &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;the same comments.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;About one month later, the woman was surprised to see a Nice clean wash on the &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;line and said to her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;husband:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"Look, she&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;has learned how to wash correctly.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder who taught her&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;this."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;The husband&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;said, "I got up early this morning and cleaned our&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;windows."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;And so it is with life. What we see when watching others depends on the purity &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;of the window through which we look!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGgPKOEwvVk/Tlfb3X0SqNI/AAAAAAAAACA/a5xWvNVZx9Q/s1600/tn_IMG_0081.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mGgPKOEwvVk/Tlfb3X0SqNI/AAAAAAAAACA/a5xWvNVZx9Q/s1600/tn_IMG_0081.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;pre style="background: white;"&gt;&lt;tt&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/tt&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-5598833921345679421?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;So why do we do this to ourselves?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Seriousness is like glue, we get stuck to whatever we're concerned about.&amp;nbsp; The more we get upset, the thicker the glue becomes,&amp;nbsp; the situation seems to get bigger and bigger and we begin to feel smaller and smaller.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's like being in a big bubble of pure energy and you are floating in this wonderful sea of pure energy and all of a sudden you notice this tiny speck that is so small, that it is hardly noticable... but your attention keeps on going to the speck.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You try to ignore it but somehow you keep on going to the speck. When in the bubble,&amp;nbsp;you become smaller and the speck becomes bigger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We begin to feel out of control, we start into judgement.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This speck doesn't belong here, it's not mine! &amp;nbsp;I didn't create it...&amp;nbsp; but&amp;nbsp;of course&amp;nbsp;you did... with your seriousness.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Get unstuck,&amp;nbsp; Feel life,&amp;nbsp;you are life.&amp;nbsp; You are a part of all that is. How magical and powerful that becomes.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Jan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-2233796614505362444?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;How many people over the years have said, "I'm stuck and I don't know where I'm going."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Years ago, I&amp;nbsp;experienced&amp;nbsp;a self help course-- Avatar&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;One of the workbook exercises was called... "The Expansion Exercise." &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;The process of ceasing to identify yourself with a location or definition--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;1.&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Get an impression of the space you occupy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; How far does it extend?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
3.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;As easily as you can make your space... extend it out... in all directions.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
4.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Include everyone and everything.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Get the impression that you contain the space you have just created.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;6.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Feel where you come from.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Your universe is much larger than you realize.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;You are not stuck... it is just a thought. Get out of that thought... and create a bigger, better thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"I'm experiencing and defining a new chapter in life. I'm ending chapter 6 and defining chapter 7."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Wow! How exciting.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love to all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-2167289122793797096?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Can we forgive ourselves?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We're all so amazingly different. We are all like little universes... bumping into each other and attracting or repelling the universe that we've just bumped up against!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I was speaking to a friend on Saturday and we were talking about how hard it is to forgive ourselves.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I shared an experience that I had 15 years ago...&amp;nbsp;where I had a client who was always late for her appointment.&amp;nbsp; On the first and second time,&amp;nbsp;I told her it wasn't fair to my clients that were on time and if she liked she could wait till I was done.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;She chose not to and said she would come back yet a third time.&amp;nbsp; I asked her to start early because the day she chose was a birthday celebration for me and that my family would be awaiting my arrival.&amp;nbsp; You probably already know what happened,&amp;nbsp; she showed up late of course.&amp;nbsp; I was closing my office door and she came running in and expected me to read for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My feelings were upset that this had happened and I told her I wasn't going to be late for my family's party.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I still think about this, and think I was terrible not to spend the time she needed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My family wouldn't have been too upset with me... yet, &amp;nbsp;I'm still working through this, because it still comes visiting my conscienceness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I do believe like a lot of people it's easier to forgive another but not as easy to forgive one's self.&amp;nbsp; I ask my clients..."What would you say to your best friend?"&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Would you tell he or she that they were&amp;nbsp;terrible people?&amp;nbsp; No, of course not.&amp;nbsp; You'd say, 'let go.'&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We all do things we're sorry for, we're all human!&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;We are souls on a journey, we live in a human body. &amp;nbsp;Abraham asks,&amp;nbsp; 'Are you swimming up the stream or down the stream?'&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;a question I ask myself most days.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Flow with life, swim downstream, forgive yourself... perhaps when its your time to leave here--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;then we can go flowing more peacefully.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-3599148874095798068?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;People ask "why?"... for&amp;nbsp; s/he was terrible to me as a child.&amp;nbsp; Perhaps it's just for that reason.&amp;nbsp; From the position of the one that is&amp;nbsp;deceased, they can see how that hurt child is reacting to their life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;By getting through time and space the apology can heal the child within.&amp;nbsp; One client said" I don't feel valued". Her father "Ed" came through to say he felt it was his fault that his daughter had gone through a relationship that ended badly and was sitting in one that wasn't serving her well either.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;A pattern creates when we don't feel we measure up.&amp;nbsp; It could have been a teacher, a parent, sibling, even&amp;nbsp; a sunday school teacher in my case,&amp;nbsp;who told me my parents were going to hell because they didn't come to church.&amp;nbsp; I can remember as a child praying that God would let them enter.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Helpful and Hurtful enters the picture.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Are these ideas helpful&amp;nbsp;to me or hurtful to me.&amp;nbsp; Choose the one that feels best for you.&amp;nbsp; The patterns can be broken, I believe once we see and feel the&amp;nbsp;pattern, we have the power to break it.&amp;nbsp; It's getting off the roller coaster ride.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Love and forgive&amp;nbsp;the ones who hurt you . Let go of the hurt, its not necessary to hang on.&amp;nbsp; Create what feels best to you.&amp;nbsp; We do deserve, we are valued.&amp;nbsp; It's about the journey, look for the gift, it could be my client became a better mother or friend because of her dad holding everything inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;"Life is change. Growth is optional, Cloose wisely."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -- Karen Kaiser Clark&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-1535403754617030727?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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No questions asked!&amp;nbsp; Can you remember as a child always asking "Why"&amp;nbsp;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;I was told, 'don't ask why, just do it.' So ,we become people pleasers.&amp;nbsp; Along the way, we seem to wake up and look around and ask "What about me, what about my feelings, what if&amp;nbsp;I want to do something else. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;Will the earth fall off its axis if&amp;nbsp;I say "No"?&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;Awareness arrives. I suggested to my friend that she instantly replay situations when she wanted to say "No thanks"... and instead went along with what her piers wanted her to do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;It's practicing some kind ways of saying "no."&amp;nbsp; So when the situation arrives, you have it ready.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;We feel the need to tell others "Why" I can't do what you want me to do!&amp;nbsp; I've learned I can just say, "Its not convenient now!&amp;nbsp; I have other priorities."&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;I've decided to take time off for me.&amp;nbsp; I'd love to do that, but it will have to wait till next week.&amp;nbsp; We're so afraid they won't like us, we begin to not like ourselves.&amp;nbsp; For me, I feel more of a respect for myself and feel my power more when I tell it like it is.&amp;nbsp; We can say it in a way that's non-offensive. "Thanks for asking, but I'm busy this afternoon...&amp;nbsp; even if you want to curl up with a book or watch a favorite movie. It's okay.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;Will wonders never cease?&amp;nbsp; Desire and resistance is at work here. The resistance to do something one doesn't want to do, and the desire to do what you want to do.&amp;nbsp; Bottom line,&amp;nbsp; "We're all going to Heaven".&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;So enjoy being you, in all its splendor.............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;My love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="right: auto;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Janice&lt;var id="yui-ie-cursor"&gt;&lt;/var&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-5299015290297180939?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Our thoughts create our reality or rather, your beliefs determine your reality!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It's about listening to your chatter... becoming aware of your thoughts, placing a helpful or Impeding (I use the word Hurtful) tag on them.&amp;nbsp; If hurtful, I let go and create an idea that feels more in alignment with what I want. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I've experienced a lot of&amp;nbsp;people who are&amp;nbsp;feeling "Stuck."&amp;nbsp; If we keep giving ourselves that suggestion of 'being stuck'-- then we will feel it more and more... and it will create that reality!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;I like to tell myself and clients, "It's only the end to one chapter and the beginning of the next."&amp;nbsp; Just define what the new chapter looks like.&amp;nbsp; Have fun with it,&amp;nbsp; Don't make it a chore.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;When we were children, we loved to have adventures... if we ventured into a dark cave like situation, we were fearless, we entered and even if we came out with a crystal looking rock. We found the treasure in the experience.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;It seems that as we become older, we are less willing to have the adventure. We want things to stay the same, yet ,they can't, that's not why we're here.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We're here to experience lots of different experiences,&amp;nbsp;that is how our souls grow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Remember desire and resist? I desire a new job&amp;nbsp;but, I feel stuck (resistance)&amp;nbsp;.&amp;nbsp; Get out of resist... and define what the new job will feel like!&amp;nbsp; You'll&amp;nbsp;bring the situation to youself... on the wings of&amp;nbsp;your emotions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is your story.&amp;nbsp; It is your adventure.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Yes, sometimes it feels scarry... but it is growth.&amp;nbsp; It's the having the fun of changing your mind... and changing it again... until&amp;nbsp;you create what you want.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love and appreciation to you all,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Janice&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5845917664231053501-7094535374921460637?l=janiceltarverssomewhereintime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Getting into Alignment&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This is about getting into alignment with the goals you wish to achieve...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Instructions: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Determining your goal&amp;nbsp;or goals in the first step.&amp;nbsp; The next step is to align your life and actions toward the goal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Step1--&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make a list of your weekly activities&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After each of the activities, note whether the activity is helpful or impeding to you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Step 2--&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Make a list of your major expenses;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After each of these, write whether they are helpful or impeding to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Step 3--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; Make a list of your beliefs regarding this goal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After completing each of these, write whether they are helpful or impeding to you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;This exercise was taken from Resurfacing-- the Avartar&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-language: EN-US;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;sup&gt;®&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; course I experienced in 1992. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;My love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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