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	<title>Comments on: Success</title>
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	<description>“The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.” Alan Watts</description>
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		<title>By: Cousin Carol</title>
		<link>http://www.woodka.com/2009/05/16/success/comment-page-1/#comment-161867</link>
		<dc:creator>Cousin Carol</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Thu, 21 May 2009 13:38:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I keep the Emerson quote on my desk. A friend years ago make a postcard of it for 
Christmas. As a teacher it reminded me of what I was to do each day.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I keep the Emerson quote on my desk. A friend years ago make a postcard of it for<br />
Christmas. As a teacher it reminded me of what I was to do each day.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
		<link>http://www.woodka.com/2009/05/16/success/comment-page-1/#comment-161841</link>
		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 17:22:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m not sure how time is wasted, if you&#039;re enjoying whatever you&#039;re doing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m not sure how time is wasted, if you&#8217;re enjoying whatever you&#8217;re doing!</p>
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		<title>By: gerry rosser</title>
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		<dc:creator>gerry rosser</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 18 May 2009 16:48:52 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;There&#039;s no success like failure, and failure&#039;s no success at all.&quot; Bob Dylan, &quot;Love Minus Zero/No Limit.&quot;

I regret wasting time, yet I keep doing it.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;There&#8217;s no success like failure, and failure&#8217;s no success at all.&#8221; Bob Dylan, &#8220;Love Minus Zero/No Limit.&#8221;</p>
<p>I regret wasting time, yet I keep doing it.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 19:17:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, I constantly lament my not doing art, even though I then do nothing about it...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, I constantly lament my not doing art, even though I then do nothing about it&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Mrs. Chili</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mrs. Chili</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 17 May 2009 15:53:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I find it interesting how we take stock of our lives.  As I watch my mother prepare to leave this life, I&#039;m fascinated by the things she recalls as successes and the things she laments as failures.

Case in point; the other day, she was sad about all the artwork she DIDN&#039;T do.  She&#039;s angry at herself for making excuses and not getting things done.  I tried to gently point out to her that, while I respect her thinking, I also respectfully disagreed with her focus.  She&#039;s the mother of generations of wonderful people; she&#039;s taught and loved and guided, and the result of that is more than one good, kind, compassionate family.  We truly are hardest on ourselves...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I find it interesting how we take stock of our lives.  As I watch my mother prepare to leave this life, I&#8217;m fascinated by the things she recalls as successes and the things she laments as failures.</p>
<p>Case in point; the other day, she was sad about all the artwork she DIDN&#8217;T do.  She&#8217;s angry at herself for making excuses and not getting things done.  I tried to gently point out to her that, while I respect her thinking, I also respectfully disagreed with her focus.  She&#8217;s the mother of generations of wonderful people; she&#8217;s taught and loved and guided, and the result of that is more than one good, kind, compassionate family.  We truly are hardest on ourselves&#8230;</p>
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