<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226778807712605753</id><updated>2019-04-06T05:24:08.020-04:00</updated><category term="Life&#39;s never ending journey"/><category term="Musings"/><category term="Questions about Life"/><title type='text'>The Greatest Puzzle of All: SELF</title><subtitle type='html'>Life&#39;s questionable moments, and those that can be learned from.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089976583753755614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-9REGGeJQBIY/XKgY2i2PrtI/AAAAAAAAL9E/2ONIQ4tfZHMBJLqCCuXA0uEkUcqLdys5ACK4BGAYYCw/s101/Tribal-Kitten-remix.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226778807712605753.post-5076391205682506558</id><published>2017-08-12T16:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-04-06T00:10:03.661-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THESE WISE WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKWtG3Wc24Y/WYnyGQs-owI/AAAAAAAAKaA/9YbUod3kJT0ALeiIIPiJYGvmUs0jdDmwwCLcBGAs/s1600/MeekaFML.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;998&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;199&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKWtG3Wc24Y/WYnyGQs-owI/AAAAAAAAKaA/9YbUod3kJT0ALeiIIPiJYGvmUs0jdDmwwCLcBGAs/s320/MeekaFML.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Meeka - Photo by Michelle Shaffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #073763;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;My cat.....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7f6000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;There are a lot of things I could say about these photos.&amp;nbsp; My cat is often my muse, sometimes a thorn in my side, but mostly she makes me smile.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7f6000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7f6000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;I don&#39;t want to make this post about my cat, though.&amp;nbsp; The inspiration for this one came from my brother. He saw the first photo on Instagram and told me to make a meme out of it....something like FML, or the like.&amp;nbsp; Since meme&#39;s aren&#39;t what I&#39;m about, I thought I&#39;d come up with some blog to tell a story about life&#39;s little lessons, about one in particular.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Say what?...&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b45f06;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e69138;&quot;&gt;We all have had a moment like this...moments that we could just bury our heads in the sand and forget what happened.&amp;nbsp; Moments that might be embarrassing, shaming, or simply just stunning. I don&#39;t know about you, but I have a lot of moments like this.&amp;nbsp; There are a ton of acronyms, stolen from modern texting, that could describe them.....FML, SMH, WTF...and a new one I just learned, KMN.&amp;nbsp; Anyway, you get the idea. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;And...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Life sucks...we all know that.&amp;nbsp; Hopefully, though, we all know it has some awesome perks!...you know, being ALIVE is one!!&amp;nbsp; Seriously, though.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve spent a significant amount of time talking with someone that has been going through a rough time, and I&#39;ve had the chance to impart some of my hard earned wisdom.&amp;nbsp; What I&#39;ve learned is that without those &quot;FML&quot; moments, we wouldn&#39;t appreciate those GR8 moments!&amp;nbsp; (Sorry...couldn&#39;t resist the acronym. 😄) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUNE8gRvim0/WYnyIxr8OJI/AAAAAAAAKaE/CHrKe9JZfvECsttzraw2jdDpLI_vbZWbACLcBGAs/s1600/Meekasleepy.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;900&quot; data-original-width=&quot;1600&quot; height=&quot;180&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IUNE8gRvim0/WYnyIxr8OJI/AAAAAAAAKaE/CHrKe9JZfvECsttzraw2jdDpLI_vbZWbACLcBGAs/s320/Meekasleepy.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f3f3f3;&quot;&gt;Meeka - Photo by Michelle Shaffer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Open your eyes...like Miss Meeka here &amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;...and say hello to the world...say hello to your pain, to your grief, to your hurt...welcome it...embrace it...deal with it....Because if you don&#39;t, you&#39;ll never realize that there&#39;s only one way to go from here....UP.&amp;nbsp; It won&#39;t be pretty, and it will most assuredly &quot;suck&quot;...but, from words my mamma always said, &quot;this too shall pass.&quot; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/feeds/5076391205682506558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/these-wise-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/5076391205682506558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/5076391205682506558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/these-wise-words.html' title='THESE WISE WORDS'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089976583753755614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-9REGGeJQBIY/XKgY2i2PrtI/AAAAAAAAL9E/2ONIQ4tfZHMBJLqCCuXA0uEkUcqLdys5ACK4BGAYYCw/s101/Tribal-Kitten-remix.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AKWtG3Wc24Y/WYnyGQs-owI/AAAAAAAAKaA/9YbUod3kJT0ALeiIIPiJYGvmUs0jdDmwwCLcBGAs/s72-c/MeekaFML.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226778807712605753.post-3923683669514219236</id><published>2017-08-06T17:37:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2019-04-06T00:09:10.948-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not #1?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; 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style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #cccccc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;We are like these chickens...all winners, but also always second&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;Not #1?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Competition&lt;/b&gt;....the driving force in society all over the world. Competition is not just for the traditional sports such as football, soccer, and baseball...to name a few. You see it in mobile apps and games...have the biggest city!...get the most points!...win a prize! And in social media...have the most followers!...have the most likes!...make the most money!...win a prize! At work...sell the most products!...have the most customers!...earn a prize!&amp;nbsp; And on and on and on....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Unfortunately, competition is necessary&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s what drives us all to succeed.&amp;nbsp; It drives every market you can think of from housing to cars to video games.&amp;nbsp; It keeps prices low and&amp;nbsp; standards high.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;However, if you&#39;re like me, you don&#39;t like competition on a personal level.&amp;nbsp; Playing a board game with family?&amp;nbsp; Playing the lottery?&amp;nbsp; Playing for some in-game prize in a community competition on some app you play? Don&#39;t care for any of it because the chances of winning are usually quite low.&amp;nbsp; Additionally, that driving force within all of us, the need to be &quot;better&quot; than everyone else, makes these types of competitions quite stressful.&amp;nbsp; Added to that, those times when you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you drew a &quot;bad hand&quot;, and you &lt;i&gt;know&lt;/i&gt; you&#39;re inevitably going to &quot;lose&quot;, takes the fun out of it.&amp;nbsp; Now you have to work even harder to succeed.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #b4a7d6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So why is it so important that we win at everything?&lt;/b&gt; To be #1?&amp;nbsp; For a long time I thought it wasn&#39;t important; that there will always be someone else that&#39;s better than me at something.&amp;nbsp; At least that&#39;s what I was told when I was quite young.&amp;nbsp; Maybe I took that to heart a little too much, because, you see, my drive to be #1 at &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt; almost completely left me in that moment.&amp;nbsp; Why should I care if I&#39;m not first?&amp;nbsp; There will always be someone in line to take it away from me.&amp;nbsp; Even my last name, (all of them as I was married twice), puts me somewhere at the end of the &quot;line&quot;.&amp;nbsp; I wouldn&#39;t even be first if they reversed the order since none of my last names began with &quot;Z&quot;.&amp;nbsp; However, in the few times I have been #1, it made me realize how good it feels to be the &quot;best&quot; at something.&amp;nbsp; Some of my competitive drive returned...and with it...more realizations.&amp;nbsp; The saying is true...there will always be someone to take it from you...eventually.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To my point....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;There can only be 1 winner and everyone else just comes in second.&amp;nbsp; That winner will eventually be replaced to take their spot as second alongside everyone else.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not about &lt;i&gt;being&lt;/i&gt; #1...it&#39;s about having fun getting there...doing your best...being proud of what you&#39;ve done, even if it&#39;s &lt;i&gt;not&lt;/i&gt; #1.&amp;nbsp; The fact that there is &lt;i&gt;always&lt;/i&gt; a #1 will ensure that all the &quot;seconds&quot; continue to learn and do better, no matter what it is.&amp;nbsp; It&#39;s not important to &lt;i&gt;be&lt;/i&gt; #1...it&#39;s only important to &lt;i&gt;try&lt;/i&gt;. &amp;nbsp; So now it becomes important to show &lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt; best work, even if it&#39;s not &lt;i&gt;the&lt;/i&gt; best.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/feeds/3923683669514219236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/not-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/3923683669514219236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/3923683669514219236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/not-1.html' title='Not #1?'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089976583753755614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-9REGGeJQBIY/XKgY2i2PrtI/AAAAAAAAL9E/2ONIQ4tfZHMBJLqCCuXA0uEkUcqLdys5ACK4BGAYYCw/s101/Tribal-Kitten-remix.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BJs2MbqcGSM/WYduel3zeWI/AAAAAAAAKZY/5qoAhiYr93g0mEjN5J7yXN_UzjD4DjkGACLcBGAs/s72-c/baby%2Bchickies_edit%2Bof%2Boriginal.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226778807712605753.post-2900882849002325474</id><published>2017-08-01T18:04:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2019-04-06T00:15:59.405-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISH I SAID...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #7f6000;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihaXJstcSRE/WYDmJ0Sb7EI/AAAAAAAAKYk/z-H75YXgrTI14qte4vJIZZjabL7MXOXzACLcBGAs/s1600/149.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihaXJstcSRE/WYDmJ0Sb7EI/AAAAAAAAKYk/z-H75YXgrTI14qte4vJIZZjabL7MXOXzACLcBGAs/s200/149.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #660000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;I WISH I SAID...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Note to reader:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt; This post will be updated from time to time, sharing new &quot;I wish I said....&quot; moments, and a brief story about each of them.&amp;nbsp; Feel free to add your own &quot;I wish I said...&quot; moments in the comments, but please, no foul language...(use symbols/filters if you must).&amp;nbsp; Thank you. &lt;b&gt;**&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6fa8dc;&quot;&gt;When I am up late at night and I can&#39;t sleep, watching the sun come up through my bedroom window, it is often because I am plagued by things I wish I had said in certain moments.&amp;nbsp; These aren&#39;t necessarily moments that happened the day before, or even the week before.&amp;nbsp; These moments range from professional to personal, things I should have said that could have made things better.&amp;nbsp; I am generally a very non-confrontational person, but as I get older, I am learning that I need to speak up.&amp;nbsp; The worst that could happen has already happened, mostly because I did NOT speak up.&amp;nbsp; Sure, those times when I did speak up, those words sometimes backfired, but I take my lumps and learn from them.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, here goes....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;To a Boy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/b&gt; Recently, driving home after dropping my kids off at their dad&#39;s house, I passed some kids on bikes.&amp;nbsp; There was a boy lingering behind a couple of girls.&amp;nbsp; The boy was somewhere between the age of 7 and 10.&amp;nbsp; As I approached him, driving carefully, him on the bike trail on the side of the road, he stuck up his middle finger, and as I passed him he mouthed the words to match.&amp;nbsp; I was quite taken aback.&amp;nbsp; Such a young child displaying such vulgarity and hatred.&amp;nbsp; In that moment,&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt; &lt;b&gt;I wish I had pulled the car over and had a talk with him, explaining how those things are hurtful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; I even wanted to have a talk with his mother about it.&amp;nbsp; Because I was in a hurry to get back to whatever it was I was into, I didn&#39;t stop, and now that boy may grow up to be a bully...unless someone else catches it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-gAoqKeFbI/WYD5zL71XoI/AAAAAAAAKY8/H-TJ0OoInOMfvAzK1OY5T5Bi3swqE9DTgCLcBGAs/s1600/146.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8-gAoqKeFbI/WYD5zL71XoI/AAAAAAAAKY8/H-TJ0OoInOMfvAzK1OY5T5Bi3swqE9DTgCLcBGAs/s200/146.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;On an Application:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I recently lost my job due to the business closing...just days after I had surgery.&amp;nbsp; I have been in recovery for about 4 weeks now so looking for a job hasn&#39;t been a major priority.&amp;nbsp; However, I stopped in at a restaurant to visit a friend that I worked with before, not really prepared to fill out an application, but I asked for one anyway.&amp;nbsp; As I worked through the application, I came upon the &quot;special skills&quot; section.&amp;nbsp; I was drawing a blank so I wrote something quite brief and extremely inadequate.&amp;nbsp; Late last night, and into the morning, I was contemplating how to rectify this mistake.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #bf9000;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ffd966;&quot;&gt;What I should have written, and what I will most assuredly do when I go back and request another application, is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been in the food service industry for 20 years, and know the industry from both franchise and privately owned perspectives.&amp;nbsp; I have excellent customer service skills, as I am able to easily identify with many different customers.&amp;nbsp; I can quickly assess escalating situations in order to diffuse it in a timely manner.&amp;nbsp; I can also effectively train, teach, and lead team members in proper food service etiquette, honing their soft skills, as well. &lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;**Update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;: So, I didn&#39;t actually do this one, and it no longer matters. -More on that in a separate post&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4O-9FaRjfh0/WYDmYA5JxaI/AAAAAAAAKYs/sXmL823BbwseAY-GnE89jsF_FGwLh9qwgCLcBGAs/s1600/150.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4O-9FaRjfh0/WYDmYA5JxaI/AAAAAAAAKYs/sXmL823BbwseAY-GnE89jsF_FGwLh9qwgCLcBGAs/s200/150.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;To My Old Boss and Friend:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;Relating back to my last job...the one that&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;I recently lost....&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wish I had expressed my desire to buy the business before the owner decided to close it down.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp; The owner, old enough to retire, was quiet about what he wanted.&amp;nbsp; The closing came as a surprise to everyone, including his newly hired manager, someone he hired because I was unavailable to do the job.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I often wonder if things would be different had I been able to fill the position.&amp;nbsp; I loved working there, I loved the people, staff and customers alike, and would have loved to call it my own one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_2xw5kmLcA/WYDmRAx-AnI/AAAAAAAAKYo/Nxco5tGp0f80Zd94DQW2t_MkeKrmAVO6ACLcBGAs/s1600/147.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;1280&quot; data-original-width=&quot;960&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_2xw5kmLcA/WYDmRAx-AnI/AAAAAAAAKYo/Nxco5tGp0f80Zd94DQW2t_MkeKrmAVO6ACLcBGAs/s200/147.jpg&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;To My Long Lost Best Friend&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt; &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m sorry for hurting you, in whatever capacity that was some 10 years ago...it was never my intention. You are beautiful inside and out.&amp;nbsp; I wish I was there for you when you needed me the most.&amp;nbsp; I love you, and I miss you.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;**Update: I had the opportunity to make things right with you, but, even with the best intentions, I somehow managed to mess it all up again. For that, I am truly sorry.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;To Those that Hurt Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;I forgive you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: yellow;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;To Those Who Believe I have Forgotten: &lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;I have not, and I miss you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/feeds/2900882849002325474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/i-wish-i-said.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/2900882849002325474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/2900882849002325474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/08/i-wish-i-said.html' title='I WISH I SAID...'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089976583753755614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-9REGGeJQBIY/XKgY2i2PrtI/AAAAAAAAL9E/2ONIQ4tfZHMBJLqCCuXA0uEkUcqLdys5ACK4BGAYYCw/s101/Tribal-Kitten-remix.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ihaXJstcSRE/WYDmJ0Sb7EI/AAAAAAAAKYk/z-H75YXgrTI14qte4vJIZZjabL7MXOXzACLcBGAs/s72-c/149.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6226778807712605753.post-2419952265950567804</id><published>2017-07-27T00:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2019-04-06T00:06:41.247-04:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Life&#39;s never ending journey"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musings"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Questions about Life"/><title type='text'>The Journey Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMHnIj_lDo/WXljtqm0HWI/AAAAAAAAKU8/RwfG4nE2WdI8mO53L1W96cC6Ii0RRgVYQCLcBGAs/s1600/3317.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; data-original-height=&quot;800&quot; data-original-width=&quot;478&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMHnIj_lDo/WXljtqm0HWI/AAAAAAAAKU8/RwfG4nE2WdI8mO53L1W96cC6Ii0RRgVYQCLcBGAs/s400/3317.jpg&quot; width=&quot;238&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #d5a6bd;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;Three Crows in a Tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Picture&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;The picture on the left doesn&#39;t say a whole lot about anything.&amp;nbsp; It doesn&#39;t show the time of day, where it was taken, or why.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not even sure I remember taking the picture...but I know I must have since it was on my phone, a phone no one else touches; (a phone that has no filters, mind you).&amp;nbsp; I know exactly where it is, and&amp;nbsp; most likely what I was doing when I took it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;I live in a townhouse with pets, so, as these things go, I must walk my dog several times a day.&amp;nbsp; There is a rather sizeable tree at the end of my building that often gives spectacular views of the skyline...as you can see. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;m not sure if I took this picture because of the birds, or the sky, or something else...in any case, it&#39;s still beautiful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Why This Picture?&lt;/b&gt; I&#39;m not sure why I chose this picture to use as my first post.&amp;nbsp; I keep going back to this one for some reason.&amp;nbsp; Like me, it has many aspects that are beautiful...the birds, the sky, the colors, the dark and light...maybe all of them...or maybe because I don&#39;t even know why I took it in the first place. (Not that birds, and such make &lt;i&gt;me&lt;/i&gt; beautiful...but...you get the idea.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Lesson is in the Learning.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;My daily struggles as of late have been with finding ways to flex my creative muscles, so to speak.&amp;nbsp; The only thing I have are my photos...and I can write.&amp;nbsp; So, here I sit, letting my thoughts go here.&amp;nbsp; However, I&#39;m still left with something left unsaid, left undone...something I cannot put my finger on.&amp;nbsp; I must continue on this path I&#39;ve started, lest I be left alone in the dark forever.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m sure that&#39;s a quote I&#39;ve heard before, but it is so true in my case.&amp;nbsp; I need an outlet, a vision, but nothing seems quite good enough.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #38761d;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;I&#39;ve never been big on taking pictures, but I have a rather large collection gathering Internet dust, sitting in the &lt;i&gt;cloud&lt;/i&gt;,  or on my hard drive.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve been trying to figure out ways to dust them off,  reuse, or re-purpose them.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve downloaded countless free&amp;nbsp; programs,  trying different things out, still not knowing what I want to do with them.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve decided to leave them alone, and use them here, as well as for my other website.&amp;nbsp; I know that I do not want them hidden away, locked behind the virtual prison of my computer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wait! What&#39;s the Lesson?&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; For me, the lesson is to keep trying, and learn something new everyday, especially about myself, what I love, and even what I don&#39;t.&amp;nbsp; I must learn to accept the things I am good at, even if I don&#39;t enjoy them.&amp;nbsp; I know, that sounds counter-intuitive, but it is what it is.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;m not very good at a lot of things, and I&#39;m equally good at a lot of other things, all of which I have varying degrees of like and dis-like for. Still confused? I am, too, but probably for different reasons.&amp;nbsp; This is why I want to learn as much as I can...so I can untie this proverbial knot in my brain.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;So What About the Crows?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #134f5c;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; The crows, and this picture, really have nothing to do with me...other than its puzzling nature.&amp;nbsp; Once in a lifetime a great photo opportunity comes around, and you must take the shot.&amp;nbsp; That photo was one such opportunity.&amp;nbsp; And, right now, I am in a unique situation that has given me a little bit of time and freedom to discover myself.&amp;nbsp; My &#39;once in a lifetime moment&#39;.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get me wrong, the situation is not a great one, it&#39;s simply happenstance.&amp;nbsp; I will soon be back to being the working mother, pseudo-house-wife that I once was, with not a whole lot of time left in the day just for me and my musings. &amp;nbsp; In the mean time, I will continue to post my photos and write about the thoughts they provoke. Maybe in this short journey I will learn a new skill, something I love, &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; that I am also good at, finding a road to true fulfillment along the way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;georgia&amp;quot; , &amp;quot;times new roman&amp;quot; , serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/feeds/2419952265950567804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-journey-begins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/2419952265950567804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/6226778807712605753/posts/default/2419952265950567804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://shellshaffer1.blogspot.com/2017/07/the-journey-begins.html' title='The Journey Begins'/><author><name>Bella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07089976583753755614</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//4.bp.blogspot.com/-9REGGeJQBIY/XKgY2i2PrtI/AAAAAAAAL9E/2ONIQ4tfZHMBJLqCCuXA0uEkUcqLdys5ACK4BGAYYCw/s101/Tribal-Kitten-remix.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7kMHnIj_lDo/WXljtqm0HWI/AAAAAAAAKU8/RwfG4nE2WdI8mO53L1W96cC6Ii0RRgVYQCLcBGAs/s72-c/3317.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>