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By Ms. Margie</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575824878843281393/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Ms. H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158275442446072639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu1oh_QW1wM/THAqCnDNKCI/AAAAAAAAABg/5VhxAIKFsHw/S220/S7300909.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>148</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheresNothingRoutineAboutIt" /><feedburner:info uri="theresnothingroutineaboutit" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IMR3k4eCp7ImA9WhRbEkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575824878843281393.post-3789115012110765125</id><published>2012-02-02T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T23:53:06.730-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T23:53:06.730-08:00</app:edited><title>Until You Spoke</title><content type="html">Today a friend of mine called me at the same time I was trying to call him. That's the second time that happened this week. We exchanged hellos and said a few words and then he said something that from anyone else would've seemed insulting and my response was I missed you until you said that. We both laughed because we have that type of relationship but, it got me to thinking about times I've missed someone or was happy to see someone until they started talking. I guess what I'm trying to say is be mindful of what you say. Sometimes your words can be so negative, judgmental and/or self - serving that they're unproductive and unnecessary as well as reasons for people to avoid you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-3789115012110765125?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember when I first became a mother. I didn't have much money or material things but I had a heart full of love for my son and the knowledge to make the best of what we had and the most of every moment. As time passed,  I was blessed with a daughter. I remember telling them we were rich with love and that we had the most valuable thing of all, each other. Together, we made the most of our days and cherished our moments in time. We wrote letters and notes, spent time together, and we shared our joy and our dreams. We lived, loved, laughed and inspired each other. We made one another better people and we always had a reason to smile..EACH OTHER!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-7762403964887848748?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Life is full of many opportunities and obstacles. Embrace those opportunities and face those obstacles with all that you have in you. Hold your head up, work hard, hang in there&amp;nbsp;and live your life like anything is possible and you'll find that it is. Your faith and belief in yourself will sustain you and help you through. While going through, and doing what you want to do, have to do and need to do,&amp;nbsp;surround yourself with positive people and count your blessings and acknowledge your progress no matter how minimal it may seem. Follow your heart and hold onto your dreams. See each day as a chance to change what didn't work yesterday and do what's necessary to make each day better. Believe that you can, and you will. Believe that you can't, and you won't.&amp;nbsp;It's that simple!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-9057104511271212585?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My Namesake&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She knew it was time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Her temple kept failing her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;But she had her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She spoke of heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I ignored what transpired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Wait that is selfish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She forbids crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;My reactions&amp;nbsp;were&amp;nbsp;silenced&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I follow her lead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Her hand reaches for mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I reach back grasping darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;She radiates light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I look beyond me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;We embrace our forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;While saying good bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-7623773955768060344?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;As life goes on, we take breaks, put things off, make excuses,&amp;nbsp;procrastinate because we would rather be doing something else&amp;nbsp;or just get comfortable where we are although we know there's things we need to do and / or should do. Our coulda, woulda, shouldas become our what ifs and we are left wanting more / needing more while finding ways to justify obtaining neither. If we took the energy we use to make excuses and cop out to take that first step and follow through on making necessary / wanted / desired changes, we'd see that we have what it takes to do whatever we put our mi9nd to. For me, today (which was supposed to be yesterday) is the day I take my own advice. I must say so far, so good. I've accomplished a few things and am looking forward to all that is yet to come. If you to have something you want / need to do / finish, and / or change, join me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-5347747587997855523?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5_2-FT6g-OwPKatqQmQZLU7nhkA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5_2-FT6g-OwPKatqQmQZLU7nhkA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheresNothingRoutineAboutIt/~4/3MVA7k1ZLf4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com/feeds/5347747587997855523/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com/2011/05/yesterdays-post.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575824878843281393/posts/default/5347747587997855523?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6575824878843281393/posts/default/5347747587997855523?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheresNothingRoutineAboutIt/~3/3MVA7k1ZLf4/yesterdays-post.html" title="Putting Things Off" /><author><name>Ms. H.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07158275442446072639</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nu1oh_QW1wM/THAqCnDNKCI/AAAAAAAAABg/5VhxAIKFsHw/S220/S7300909.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com/2011/05/yesterdays-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCQn8zcSp7ImA9WhZRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6575824878843281393.post-7424811032368837724</id><published>2011-04-16T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T13:52:43.189-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-16T13:52:43.189-07:00</app:edited><title>Navigating Life</title><content type="html">As you face each day, believe that anything is possible, because, it is. Be full of wonder and willing to listen and learn. Try to see the good in all you face. If for some reason, the good eludes you from time to time, have faith that the bad will work itself out. Imagine the possibilities and let your dreams run wild. Be hopeful! Follow your heart and pray daily&amp;nbsp;for yourself, others and our world. Cherish what matters and let go of the rest. Know that there are no guarantees but it takes just as much energy to be optimistic as it does pessimistic. The only difference between the two is one brings you down and keeps you down while the other lifts you up and helps you through. So, remember to find a reason to smile through all that you face. Laugh as often as you can. Treat others the way you want to be treated. Appreciate what you have and count your blessings. Give thanks, give&amp;nbsp;back, hold on, and trust that although the navigation of life comes with many twists and turns as well as ups and downs, at it's worst, it's still worth living and enjoying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-7424811032368837724?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Once that choice is made,it becomes harder and harder to take that first step towards being the best you; you can be. The good thing is "It's never to late to be what you might have been." So, if you've put things off or have been settling, make the choice to do all you can to&amp;nbsp;change what is to what you want it to be. Invest in yourself. Make a difference in your life. Who you are, what you do, where you go, where you end up and how you feel when you look over your life and at your reflection is up to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6575824878843281393-6403127028945376278?l=noroutineaboutit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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