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Watch it grow and grow becoming that something you want in your life</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://atidbit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://atidbit.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7281300320841994377/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>A tidbit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06695675529214257101</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mw7f40hgAQg/R46RBHhwUvI/AAAAAAAAAHE/VEMS7-QeGbI/S220/2196932451_4710118d8c%5B1%5D.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>276</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/blogspot/iZEh" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/izeh" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0MBSHg_cCp7ImA9WhRbGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7281300320841994377.post-8750291610435919529</id><published>2012-02-11T16:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T16:24:19.648-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T16:24:19.648-05:00</app:edited><title>Love is......</title><content type="html">Happy Saturday, today.  Happy Sunday, tomorrow.  Happy Monday and Happy Tuesday, which happens to be February 14, 2012 - St. Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, not just Tuesday, is perfect for love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make this wish for all - Happy Valentine's Day and best wishes for adding much love in all of our days  before and each day after Tuesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7281300320841994377-8750291610435919529?l=atidbit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;I have been away from blogging for a bit - am working, revamping and improving, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;a project&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt; that anticipate will be sharing in the months ahead. For now am preparing my car, my wardrobe and home for the approaching fall and cold winter months that we experience in the northeast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;Please continue to comment - as your experiences do assist others and writing about them is beneficial to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #0c343d;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;"Squeeze joy from each minute, time does not return, yet memories do."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;This is what is happening to me right now.   It can happen in other areas also - anything that takes  away from those we love, which includes ourselves.
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&lt;br /&gt;It might be a job, it might be golf, or both.  If you work 6 days a week and golf on Sunday........., for example.
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&lt;br /&gt;Suggestion:  Make a list of priorities - where is your relationship or your relationships on the list.  Until something is visible, it will not be a focus, it cannot be adjusted, it will grow moss and perhaps, fade or walk away.
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