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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;For last year's words belong to last year's language&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: georgia, 'bookman old style', 'palatino linotype', 'book antiqua', palatino, 'trebuchet ms', helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, 'avante garde', 'century gothic', 'comic sans ms', times, 'times new roman', serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;And next year's words await another voice.&lt;br /&gt;
And to make an end is to make a beginning.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;T.S. Eliot, "Little Gidding"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My sincere hope is that all who visit Families and Love will have a happy, healthy, prosperous and loving 2011. I hope all of you who are &amp;nbsp;having relationship issues will have those issues reconciled and without too many scars. My blog is here for those of you who who can use the wisdom that I have aquired over the years, take what you can use and leave the rest. &amp;nbsp;Please do not hesitate to seek counsel from professionals who can help you through difficult times, never think that you are beyond help. Love yourself and those who love you, especially your spouse and children, please don't harm yourself or others, just please get the help you need when required.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I will not be consistent this year with updates, but I will check in often for anyone who may have comments or questions. I truly appreciate all those who visit and take the time to read what I have to say. I truly hope that these words will be helpful and healing for all of you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Once again, the best in 2011.&lt;/b&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/1268276335710383923-6816412520572773454?l=www.familiesandlove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Happy, happy Christmas, that can win us back to the delusions of our childish days; that can recall to the old man the pleasures of his youth; that can transport the sailor and the traveller, thousands of miles away, back to his own fire-side and his quiet home!&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Charles Dickens, &lt;i&gt;The Pickwick Papers&lt;/i&gt;, 1836&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;♥ Today will be my last blog until sometime after the new year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;♥&amp;nbsp; I wish each and all of you a very merry Christmas and a very happy new year!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today will be my last blog until sometime after the new year.&lt;/strong&gt;Once the travelling has ended and all the family has had time to share some special times together. My hope is that all of you who come to read my blog, regularly and not so regularly, have a wonderful time with family and friends and that you will all be surrounded with much love. I understand that the holidays can be a sad time for many people as it once was for me, for those of you who fit into this category, I hope the time will quickly pass with not too much trauma to you and yours. Remember, happiness, love and laughter may be just around the corner so please don't give up on your hopes and dreams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Constant kindness can accomplish much. As the sun makes ice melt, kindness causes misunderstanding, mistrust, and hostility to evaporate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span class="bodybold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/a/albertschw121165.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Albert Schweitzer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ I had a misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Are you wrong about something today? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I had a misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt; with Brian the other day, it was really bad and I really ended up with a broken heart. This is the first time in a very long time that this has happened. It only lasted for a little while, and then he admitted he said what he did just to hurt me.&amp;nbsp; He told me I was his baby and that he was very wrong. He asked for my forgiveness. I forgave him and also admitted I could have handled the situation better than I did. We are stronger than we were two days ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are you wrong about something today?&lt;/strong&gt; Do you need to apologize for something you did or said to someone you love. If so, be big enough to admit to it. Do you need to forgive someone today? Then be big enough to forgive. Help your relationship to grow, it's worth it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/1268276335710383923-3182264283039971777?l=www.familiesandlove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The best of all gifts around any Christmas tree: the presence of a happy family all wrapped up in each other.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Burton Hillis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Buying gifts is not always an easy task for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ I am so filled with excitement&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ I am so thankful for my life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ Others may not think I have it all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What you need to know about the past is that no matter what has happened, it has all worked together to bring you to this very moment. And this is the moment you can choose to make everything new. Right now.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Author Unknown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ptI-G-n8T4/TOpsJ7_oJYI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CGWt5OMytGA/s1600/past1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="134" ox="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_1ptI-G-n8T4/TOpsJ7_oJYI/AAAAAAAAA9k/CGWt5OMytGA/s200/past1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I’m thinking about the past&lt;/strong&gt; and how it has made me into whom and what I am. I’m also thinking about how I wanted certain things and how I didn’t get those things and just how fortunate I was to not get those things. “Be careful what you wish for” they say, I can vouch for that. Be thankful today for all that you have and for the things you don’t have. Stop expending so much energy into wanting something you don’t have and enjoy what you do have. Believe in yourself, do what you believe is right, and build a future you can be proud of when your future becomes your past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Few things are more delightful than grandchildren fighting over your lap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Doug Larson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Missing my grandchildren&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I hope to see them soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope to see them soon&lt;/strong&gt;, just choose the right time for everyone, buy a couple of pressies, maybe a little treat, jump in the car and before you know it, I am in the presence of those I love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;It is my pleasure that my children are free and happy, and unrestrained by parental tyranny. Love is the chain whereby to bind a child to its parents.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Abraham Lincoln&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I hope to see them soon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Missing my sons is my usual feeling every day when I wake up. They are both mature men today; one of them has his own wife and children now. It doesn’t matter though, because to me, they are still my boys. I am happy that they grew up to be free and independent of me, however, they are still as much a part of my being as they were as little children and I miss them fiercely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I hope to see them soon. They are not too far away, but work; every day life and giving them their space are all important factors to consider before going for a visit. But I will see them soon, my heart needs them, and my arms need to hug them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;"Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Alexander Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;♥ I love her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love her&lt;/strong&gt;, I know I don’t know her, but I know that I love her. She is part of who I am and I know here, not personally, but I know she belongs to our clan. She will always belong and she will always be welcome here in my home and in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Keep your heart open for as long as you can, as wide as you can, for others and especially for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Morrie Schwartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Knowing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Seeing pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Seeing her on TV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing&lt;/strong&gt; I had a relative who had been adopted 40 years ago, but never having met her was something that may not have always been on my mind, however, it was always in my heart. I never knew where this person was, or even if she was still alive, however, about 12 years ago she was found!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing pictures&lt;/strong&gt; of her was an amazing feeling. Seeing how she looked like her mother and just how beautiful she was, gave me a feeling of joy and a sense of relief that she was still alive and well. But I still haven’t met her in person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seeing her on TV&lt;/strong&gt; was another thing all together. Seeing her walking, hearing her voice, seeing her face, her mannerisms and seeing the family resemblance was nothing short of a “gift”. I still try to imagine what it would be like to meet her one day, I hope I do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: large;"&gt;Nothing in life is to be feared. It is only to be understood. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Marie Curie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ask for the help&lt;/strong&gt; I need and I begin to understand but it’s difficult to put things together. I ask myself questions such as, what is this. What does this mean? Omg, did I do something wrong? I have questions about everything, I don’t trust myself to do anything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take the first step&lt;/strong&gt; and now I have to keep going. I may still be afraid to fail but I really want to do this. This could take some time, but I know I will be proud of myself once I’m finished creating this thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I have a difficult time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I have to ask for help&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have to ask for help&lt;/strong&gt; at times and I have to say why I need the help. Usually it’s because I don’t understand what has to be done, or in this case the language used to explain how to build a web site. However, I ask anyway, and my fears begin to dissipate, I learn some of the new terminology and to my surprise, my helper understands and tells me he had the same issues once, now he has about 30 web sites and loves the process of building new ones. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;I learn a new lesson again today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Above all, be true to yourself, and if you cannot put your heart in it, take yourself out of it."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Hardy D. Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm thinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian and I&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm thinking&lt;/strong&gt; about self love today. I've been really tough on myself these past few days and it isn't much fun. I don't know why I do this to myself so often. I end up having terrible days and miserable headaches and all I want to do is run away from the things I need and&amp;nbsp;want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian and I&lt;/strong&gt; are preparing to launch a new web site and I don't have a clue as to what I am suppose to be doing. All those insecure feelings I always have when I'm trying to learn and/or do something that is really new to me. I am convinced that I will not be able to build this thing up. However I know I will do what I have to do, I always do.&lt;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; 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;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hello Everyone!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; 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;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Fall is back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; 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;/span&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;Love was in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; 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;/span&gt;﻿ &lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you all on Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;It's really great to be back again, however, I am still struggling with content. I feel like I have little more to say on the topic of love, strange for it seems impossible to not have anything more to say. I want to continue with blogging on this topic so I am asking for your help with topics. I still&amp;nbsp;have many people dropping in to visit "Families and Love" and I want to give more to those who ask me when I will be back. Therefore I am going to continue with updates and I will try my best to keep up the process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love was in the air&lt;/strong&gt; this past weekend as&amp;nbsp;I got the opportunity to spend time with my awesome grand kids! I was thrilled to be with them for a couple of days enjoying the sound of their laughter and seeing them playing together. I ache in my heart today as I would love to still be near them, but the time will be here again soon when I will be with them again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See you all on Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt; with another update. In the meantime if you have any new ideas, feel free to pass them on to me. Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love means taking responsibility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; There are so many things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Please be responsible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Responsibility can be so simple a task&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; When we are responsible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love means taking responsibility&lt;/strong&gt; for one’s own behavior and to stop making excuses. When we are in a relationship we have a responsibility to be dependable, the other partner shouldn’t have to worry about whether you’re going to keep your word. Your word should really mean something – when you say you’re going to do something – then do it. You’re not a child any more and blaming someone or something else when you break your word is not the action of a mature person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There are so many things,&lt;/strong&gt; so many people, so many instances where we cannot count on the outcome being as we planned it to be. Too many excuses, people lying, people not showing up when they said they would, people showing up late with some lame excuse, people cheating you, people selling you products they promise are of good or excellent quality – and end up being crap, governments that make promises they never intend to keep and the list goes on. Is it too much to ask that our partner be someone we can completely depend on? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please be responsible,&lt;/strong&gt; keep your word, don’t make promises you can’t or have no intention of keeping and please don’t use some made up excuse. If you mess up, be big enough to tell the truth about what happened, genuinely apologize and make up for it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Responsibility can be so simple a task&lt;/strong&gt; and can prevent so much frustration. One of the many things that I love about Brian is that he calls every time he is going to be late. I never have to worry about him if he is going to be held up, because he calls to let me know when he will be home. So many people I know never get that call; they wait, worry, get agitated and end up getting into an argument when a quick call could have eliminated all that hassle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we are responsible&lt;/strong&gt; we not only help the other to develop trust in us – we feel better about ourselves too. If you can’t trust someone with the small things (like making a call when you’re going to be late, it makes it difficult to trust you with the bigger stuff. If you are not dependable, if you lie, make promises you are not going to keep, cheat, steal and do other dishonest things, don’t be surprised when you get hassled for it. Once you’re known for being dishonest it’s really difficult to get the trust of people again. So think twice before you decide to deceive someone again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love understands the importance of forgiveness&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Finally, after years of having to be right&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Being “right” doesn’t benefit anyone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Once the issue is sorted out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love understands the importance of forgiveness&lt;/strong&gt; and of knowing that being “right” has no business in a loving relationship. And yet we do this all the time. We just have to be right don’t we? If he says “black” – we say “white”, if he says “yes” – we say “no”, if he says “today” – we say “tomorrow”, ok so you get the message. The question is, “why do we do this?” Why doo we feel that we have to be right? We treat one another like we are at war and each argument as a little battle that has to be won, as if we get points for winning an argument.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Finally, after years of having to be right,&lt;/strong&gt; I have come to a place where it just doesn’t matter anymore. What is really important now is coming to some kind of agreement- even if it is to agree to disagree. I’m really fussy about my clothes matching – even my underwear need to match my outerwear (how anal is that), not so with Brian. It drives me crazy – he just doesn’t get it – and I don’t get why he doesn’t get it. We finally came to a place where we had to agree to disagree. We are both adult individuals and have a right to dress as we choose to. To be honest though we still haven’t quite settled this one yet – I think the problem is that we see the way we dress as a reflection on the other and are both shallow enough to care what other people think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Being “right” doesn’t benefit anyone&lt;/strong&gt; because in the end – nobody really cares if you’re right or not – because everybody is too busy believing that they are right anyway. It’s ridiculous and ends up causing more conflicts. Sort out the issue and if you’re wrong – admit it – and please be big enough not to gloat if your partner ends up admitting that he is wrong. Make up, leave the issue behind and move on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once the issue is sorted out&lt;/strong&gt; it should never crop up again. Just thank your lucky stars that it has been banished out of your lives for good – that should make your burdens lighter. And remember no one is perfect – including you. We all need to accept the others’ need to be who they are, if we see those things as imperfections, that is our problem – not theirs. Acceptance helps us to understand and to forgive more readily. It’s easier to face the issues at hand when we know we aren’t being judged for who we are.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love knows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; What I have discovered&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I have certainly learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I know a couple&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love knows&lt;/strong&gt; that even if today was a horrible day, tomorrow can be better, the bad patches are just as beneficial to the relationship as the good times, and as a matter of fact they can often be a means to growth. This has certainly been true in my life and in my relationships. Bad times always frightened me in my relationships and mostly, what ever caused them in the first place, rarely got discussed. Eventually the same issues would crop up and because we didn’t have the maturity to deal with the stuff as it cropped up, each time would cause everything to snowball into things we could no longer deal with. Today I make sure to deal with any issues that crop up as quickly as possible. Even if the issue seems trivial – if it’s worth thinking about and causes discomfort – then I bring it to the table and it is discussed. Once the issue is discussed and each person is satisfied with the outcome, we move on. The issues mostly always dissolve and rarely, if ever, crop up again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What I have discovered&lt;/strong&gt; is that most issues are caused by miscommunication and things get blown out of proportion. We generally learn a great deal about one another during these discussions and growth develops. We generally come out of these times feeling stronger as individuals and as a stronger couple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have certainly learned&lt;/strong&gt; the lesson that a bad patch today can bring joy tomorrow. Don’t forget to use good &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/communication.html"&gt;communication skills&lt;/a&gt; when discussing issues. Screaming, name calling, insults, manipulation, and having an “I’m not going to listen or talk to you” attitude is not going to deal with the problem. Discuss with a mature attitude and the issue will get resolved in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know a couple&lt;/strong&gt; who have been married for 30 years or more and I have no idea how they can stay married to one another, she is especially sarcastic and down right mean. She can hold on to a grudge like nobody can, she insults him, puts him down and treats him very badly in front of other people, I cannot imagine how she must treat him when they are alone together. He, on the other hand, treats her like a queen. He takes her put downs with a grain of salt and still comes out smiling, I wonder how he really feels deep down inside. I cannot imagine being happy in this kind of relationship, but hey, to each his own. I would never recommend allowing anyone to treat someone like this, I believe this to be an abusive situation and the one being abused is enabling the other to do it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Go back to, &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature Love vs Immature Love&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1268276335710383923-4575714117917318046?l=www.familiesandlove.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love makes room for the other to grow&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; By interests I don’t mean hanging out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I have my own friends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; One of the things I love about our relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love makes room for the other to grow&lt;/strong&gt; and to have different interests from your own, and knowing that keeping someone in bondage will not make the other love you more. Having the strength to allow the other some freedom will inevitably help the relationship to grow. As we mature as individuals it is truly important to recognize that as couples we cannot expect each person to have the exact same interests. Just because we are couples does not mean that we suddenly stop growing and/or stop having interests outside the relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By interests I don’t mean hanging out&lt;/strong&gt; with the guys and gals at the local bar. I do mean for instance that one or the other may be involved in sports or something like that. Hanging on to that persons’ every move and trying to stop him/her from pursuing that interest by using manipulation will not help the relationship to grow. By allowing them the freedom it sends a message of trust to the other and leaves room for the other half to do what they want to do. If not allowing the other to pursue their own interest is about a lack of trust on your part and you have no reason for not trusting, then you have an issue and you need to fix it up, if the other is not worthy of your trust, then, what are you doing with that person in the first place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have my own friends&lt;/strong&gt; and I love to hang out with them when I have the opportunity to do so. When we go to our summer place on PEI, Canada, I spend as much time as I can with my friends over there; at the same time it gives Brian an opportunity to visit family and friends of his own. Typically, however, we spend most of our time together and do not ignore each others needs; we both come first before our families and friends. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the things I love about our relationship&lt;/strong&gt; is that we do spend most of our free time together. I’m not big on doing things outside of our relationship nor is Brian. Some couples seem to be this way and there isn’t anything wrong with that, as long as both people are happy with it that way. Had I thought that he was the type to do a lot of alone stuff I probably wouldn’t have involved myself with him. Perhaps this is something to consider when you are getting involved with someone, ask yourself, “Does this person need a lot of alone time, is he/she involved with sports or other things that will keep him/her away from home, and if so, how will I feel about it?” Answer honestly because if you think you’re going to manipulate that person into changing after you get totally involved, forget it, you are only going to make the pair of you miserable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love is about having realistic expectations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Many of us believed he could take care of us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Too many of us act like little children &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I truly believe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Many of us had too many unrealistic expectations&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love is about having realistic expectations&lt;/strong&gt; of the other; he/she is not there to keep you happy all the time. And expecting from one another we did, we both assumed the other knew what we expected from him/her, we figured the expectations were the same – but that wasn’t true. We wanted him/us to keep us happy, to want to be settled down, to want to have children; he on the other hand, wanted to keep playing and having fun like we did when we were single, he wasn’t expecting to have babies so quickly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of us believed he could take care of us&lt;/strong&gt; and the children like our dad took care of our mom, our siblings and us. But it wasn’t that easy, taking care of a household, wife and children was way different in our parents’ day than in our day. The costs of paying rent or buying a house, a car, furniture, food, clothing and all of the rest of it was a huge burden on him. In my case, we had discussed me not working after we got married and had agreed to it, however, the reality of it came crashing down on us both and we weren’t ready for it. So I went to work to help out but ended up pregnant too early in the marriage, I couldn’t cope with going out to work, taking care of the household, the babies that ensued, I got tired, we fought, and things started to fall apart. I wasn’t mature enough to handle all that came my way; I made a mess of everything. We were not ready for marriage, for all of the responsibilities it entailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too many of us act like little children,&lt;/strong&gt; we rush into marriage thinking it will bring instant gratification. We don’t allow the relationship to grow before we get married and since we aren’t properly prepared for the choices we have to make after the marriage, we just don’t have time to nourish the relationship. We can’t finish what we start because we are not mature enough to have started anything to begin with. Had some of us waited a year or two before jumping in with both feet and allowed our relationship to develop, we probably would have made it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I truly believe&lt;/strong&gt; that in my case, as shabby and as immature as we both were, we did love each other, we were probably meant to be together, but because we were unwilling to give ourselves a year or two to build a solid foundation, the relationship fell apart. We suffered, but most of all our children suffered because we just couldn’t grow up and come to an agreement about anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Many of us have too many unrealistic expectations&lt;/strong&gt; of our partners, we expect them to keep us happy but marriage and the realities of life take over and the worst of it is, we eventually realize that we are responsible for our own happiness. Some never, ever learn that lesson, we own our feelings and it is up to each individual to keep themselves happy, no one else can do that for us, no, not even our spouse. I hear it all the time, the excuse people use for splitting up, “he/she doesn’t make me happy anymore”. That, my dear friends, is an immature excuse for splitting up, and getting married because he/she makes you happy, is an even shabbier excuse for getting married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love comes with responsibility&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; We eventually grow out of our teens&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; All of it was easy to fall for&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; We eventually got married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I have seen this same scenario&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love comes with responsibility&lt;/strong&gt;, to have both the other and yourself know these responsibilities, for example; what happens if we get pregnant? Love requires maturity to know what to do when things go wrong; we also need to have realistic expectations of the other, to know how the other will behave in the different situations that will arise in a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We eventually grow out of our teens&lt;/strong&gt; and into adulthood, but many of us still didn’t get it, love was still about attraction to nice, cute, doing things like drinking, having sex, and relying on our emotions to establish whether we were in love or not. Love was often about need to be accepted, our need to be accepted and loved and we often did what we thought we needed to do to get that love. We believed all of the lies and fell for flattery, we also fell for the stories we heard and were told about, how glorious it was to be in a relationship, to be living with someone or being married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of it was easy to fall for&lt;/strong&gt;, after all, all some of us had to do was look at our parents to see how wonderful marriage was, and we wanted more than anything to have what they had. The maturity and responsibilities they had when they got married never factored into the equation – we figured we were as mature as they were when they were married. Some of us were and ended up in long lasting relationships that worked out very well, however, too many of us were not mature enough and ended up in relationship hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We eventually got married&lt;/strong&gt; because we believed we were in love. We expected the other to make us happy and to keep us that way. We had no idea that happiness comes from within and that our state of mind is our own responsibility. We figured we were in it for the long haul- long haul all right- we had no idea how long misery could last. We wanted to settle into being homemakers, wives and mothers – he wasn’t ready for that stuff, he wasn’t ready to give up having fun with his buddies – so we were off on the wrong foot and didn’t even have the maturity to talk about these differences, thinking they would all go away in time. We couldn’t even build a foundation none- the- less a solid house – so we built our dreams on sand, and the relationship came crashing down, crumpling into dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have seen this same scenario&lt;/strong&gt; played out in so many lives. There were plenty of girls who believed in independence and wanted nothing but a career; husbands and babies the furthest thing from their minds. Typically however, thousands of us grew up believing in the Cinderella story; we would grow up, fall in love with our prince charming, have babies and live happily ever after. Only thing is we never get to see what happens after Cinderella gets married, it may have worked out, but it may have fallen apart soon after just like up to 50% of all marriages do. Statistics drop however, as the age of the people who marry increases; they also depend on where people marry, different countries, different states etc. Teen marriages have a 1 in 3 chance of survival, understandable and sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/05/mature-love-1.html"&gt;Mature love is not based on feelings alone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; We got a bit older&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; Some of these people were getting married&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; I also knew plenty of girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mature love is not based on feelings alone&lt;/strong&gt;, but on a decision to love. As we matured a bit more in our teen years our ideas of being in love didn’t change a whole lot. We still figured if he was kind to us, if he was cute, and if we had all of the right feelings, then we believed, we must be in love. So we listened to more music, we read romance novels/magazines, watched a lot of TV, watched as other teens had babies and ran to the alter to get married, in effect we based our ideas of love on fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We got a bit older&lt;/strong&gt; and realized our some of our friends and other people we knew were doing drugs, drinking, and having sex. We figured we had to do the same, so that we wouldn’t be excluded from the crowd, some looked like they were in love and we wanted those things too, so we did the same as everyone else was doing. We were so immature and so foolish; we made mistake after mistake, and still believed we knew it all. We sometimes got into a whole lot of trouble, some of us getting used by people we thought cared for us, I knew several girls who were raped and nothing was ever done about it. We lost respect for ourselves, on the other hand some were getting along just fine, and many were making a complete mess of their lives. It was a learning process and we had to go through it in order to grow up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some of these people were getting married&lt;/strong&gt; straight out of high school- some no older than 16, I know of at least 3 of those people, one of those marriages stood the test of time, how, I have no idea, I doubt maturity played much of a role in it, but hey, they did it. I agree some were very mature for their age, but mostly they were not. Guess this one couple got lucky, I’m proud of them to say the least; marriage isn’t easy even when you are old enough and mature enough to take the plunge. Knowing what it takes for a marriage to succeed in this age, I am baffled as to how these two pimpled faced teens made it through their first 6 months, non-the-less 36 years. I suppose they grew up together and learned the rules along the way. I never see these people so I have no idea what kind of a relationship they have. Many people I know who have been married this long are absolutely miserable, however, some in their glory and wouldn’t have it any other way. So this couple could be in blissful heaven for all I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I also knew plenty of girls who ended up pregnant&lt;/strong&gt; and alone. Most of these girls ended up going through an unwanted pregnancy on their own, often having to live either at home so mom and dad could help raise their children, ended up giving their babies up for adoption, or ended up having an abortion. I knew plenty of girls who were raped and ended up having to live with it for the rest of their lives. In any case I was in good company with girls who ended up with more on their plates than they bargained for. From what I can see things haven’t changed too much in the past 30 years. Even though the pill is widely utilized, unwanted pregnancies abound, many raise their babies, and some do an amazing job, better than some so called mature individuals, but many are still aborted. It seems the girls in this situation are younger, some 12 and 13 years old, 30 years ago most of the girls I knew who ended up pregnant were between 17 and 21.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;Mature love knows&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;When we were just little girls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;♥ &lt;/span&gt;As we grow into our teen years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥ &lt;/span&gt;That crush wasn’t developed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.familiesandlove.com/2010/03/mature-love-vs-immature-love.html"&gt;Mature love knows&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that “love” does not happen over night (at least mostly never). Mature love takes time to develop, Attraction plays a huge roll in the process, pheromones play a roll, our frame of mind, and where we are physically, meaning location in the world or our environment, all play a roll on the road to love. A whole lot of things are going on in and around us when we become attracted to someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ptI-G-n8T4/S97Mzzkc5fI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ozxma2BQhOU/s1600/lovecrush4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_1ptI-G-n8T4/S97Mzzkc5fI/AAAAAAAAAzE/Ozxma2BQhOU/s320/lovecrush4.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&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;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When we were just little girls&lt;/strong&gt; we were generally attracted to kindness, if someone was kind to us we would sometimes think we had a crush on that person, and these crushes were not always for the opposite sex. Our idea of being in love was therefore based on kindness alone. Most of us were lucky and we were not harmed by someone taking advantage of our immature feelings for them, some of us would have followed our love interests anywhere and done anything for them. Because of their kindness toward us, we believed they loved us too and it never entered our minds that they would ever harm us. I am not too clear on how little boys developed crushes at that tender age, but I assume they probably had some of the same experiences with deep feelings such as ours. I had my first real crush at 6 years of age, and I’ll never forget it, he sure was a cutie pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we grow into our teen years&lt;/strong&gt; our ideas of love were primarily based on looks. If we found some guy we thought was both kind and cute and felt attracted, we were pretty well hooked, even if it was only for a few days. Perhaps we fell for a favorite teacher, a doctor or some other person who influenced us as we were growing up.This is what my mom called “puppy love” and usually made comments&amp;nbsp;about how silly I was,&amp;nbsp;which wasn't a very smart move on her part. It may not be a mature kind of love, however it is&amp;nbsp;serious enough to affect us and parents should considered those feelings&amp;nbsp;and not poke fun. We got our ideas about love by watching our parents interact, by listening to music and making decisions based on the lyrics that we heard day after day, we read books and watched TV, believing that what we read and saw was for real. We probably assumed that when we developed a crush on someone who affected us so much that we couldn’t think about anything else couldn’t concentrate on anything else and couldn’t sleep, then we must be in love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That crush wasn’t developed&lt;/strong&gt; because of a wonderful personality or on integrity; it was more about looks and popularity. How many of us had crushes on TV and movie personalities or musicians we heard on radio? All that truly mattered was that our emotions were in charge, but emotions are not enough to base love upon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; We all want the same things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was shocked to discover&lt;/strong&gt; and I finally had to admit to myself that I didn’t want a career for myself; I wanted to work from home and searched for a job I could do from here,&amp;nbsp;I wanted to be at home. I love being a homemaker, cleaning, cooking, working outdoors, and being on my own doing my own thing, a stay at home job was ideal for me.&amp;nbsp;Every job I ever had, I jeopardized in one way or another because I kept going against what I wanted for myself in life. Once I finally admitted what I really wanted and started going with the flow, life became a whole lot easier. I had to give up wanting nice things for myself and had to stop believing what society told me I had to have to be a real person. Having the best clothes, a beautiful home full of fancy furniture and all of the rest of it didn’t have anything to do with who I am, I realized I was happy with a whole lot less and it didn’t diminish me in any way what so ever. Once I realized material things didn’t make me happy I started to find ways to allow myself to go with the flow. I always knew when I was going the right direction because I didn’t have to fight every step of the way anymore. Now I am in a place that I love, the universe has blessed me for recognizing and accepting me for whom and what I am. There are still some things that need to happen before I am completely free, however, I believe it is just a matter of time before that happens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting to know me&lt;/strong&gt; also helped me to know and to understand others. The faults I saw in others, I saw in me, the beauty I saw in others I saw in me, the more reflections I saw, the easier it became to love me and to love others. I now treat people like I want to be treated, and I have learned to develop a sense of humility knowing that I am no more nor no less than anyone else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We all want the same things&lt;/strong&gt; – to be healthy, happy and free – we just need different things to accomplish those things. I was also able to see what I needed to change about myself and what –in- the end, was just fine about me. I can now accept my weaknesses and my strengths. I am now more able to love and to be loved, where once I was afraid to love because I was afraid of being hurt, I now love because I know that if things don’t work out- it is all for a reason. I may get hurt, however, I will heal and I will gain more knowledge about myself and life in the process. I now know I have to go with the flow. I have also learned that it is in the times of greatest pain and in times of darkness that I learn the most about myself and when I become a stronger person. It has helped me to discover my purpose in life, to be the best I can be and to finally, be me. Not by somebody else’s standards, but by my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hobbies&lt;/strong&gt; may also be beneficial especially if they are in any way an expression of who you are, painting, sculpting and writing as an example, may lead you to some inner insights about who you really are. Try to remember what interests you had as a child and do some of that stuff now. Sometimes who we truly are is all wrapped up in our childhood and we need to visit ourselves in those days gone by to get a glimpse of that person whom we have long forgotten. I used to love sewing and knitting and I still love to do these things today, I loved to create things when I was just a little girl, my mom would give me a needle and thread and/or yarn and needles and I would create for my doll or for myself. My grandmother, my mother and some of my aunts were talented sewers and knitters, I guess it was in my blood. I still feel a sense of fulfillment when I complete a project either for myself or someone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New interests&lt;/strong&gt; may be something you can look into. Do you have a desire to be a great cook, a musician, a painter, a dancer, give yourself permission to take the time to learn some of these things, you only live once (as far as I know) so make the time to do some, if not all of the things you’ve always wanted to do. I’ve always wanted to write but never believed I had anything important to say, now I took a chance and started a blog, it may not be a best selling book, but it’s a beginning, people are interested enough in coming back every day to read what I have to say, so it is fulfilling a need in me, I am being myself in these pages and learning about me every time I add a new blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have learned along the way&lt;/strong&gt; that finding out who you are is an amazing experience, not always easy, but very worthwhile. Once you begin to know who you are doors tend to open up for you because you now know what you want. Getting to know me was a long journey, it seems to have taken for ever, however, once I started to write things down and started being completely honest with myself it got easier to let others in on who I am. It was tough sometimes to look at the things I wasn’t too proud of, some things I couldn’t look at at all because they were too painful, however, the time came when it was ok to visit those places. Once I learned why I did the things I did, it was much easier to stop the behavior. One of the things I learned that I truly hated about myself (among a whole lot of other stuff) was that I cried too easily, part of it was a family pattern, part of it was because I carried it from childhood, and it was time to let go of it. I am still sensitive at times, still cry when I see a sad movie, and when other sad things happen, however, now I am in control and cry at appropriate times and often in private. I am so much happier with myself now, it is incredible how this one little thing has changed me into a person I respect a whole lot more, and this is just the beginning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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