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Appreciation

They say(whoever they are)people do not stop to smell the roses enough anymore. Everyone is too busy to. There is so much to cram in one day, they cannot find the time to. That is a load of crap.
I am a busy girl these days and I am appreciating everything. It takes no time to take the time to think of the things you appreciate. You can think of these things while you are doing the dishes, driving to work, during commercials. Think about all the wonderful things in your life. Your family. Your strengths. The garden you just planted that looks lovely. How good it feels to hear your favorite song. Children on a swing. Coffee......
Appreciate the world. Do it all in your mind. Do it often.
And pretty soon you will find it is spilling over and getting into your everyday life. You will start to appreciate out loud to people you love and care about. Your everyday relationships will strengthen.
I learned this lesson tonight, but I have been living this way for a few months. I finally got to say the words out loud when I made a life-altering decision. But not so life-altering because either way I could have chose, I could have lived happily.
But the thing is, I am already living happily because I just started enjoying everything I see. You betcha, it is a fast busy world. But it is beautiful. Look out your window.
I live happy because I appreciate myself most of all. Tonight I was stronger than I ever have been. I have never taken the time to appreciate fully how strong I can be. I will never forget to again. That is the best feeling you can have. Being right with yourself.
And it all starts right now for you, if you let it. I hope you all find it. This is wonderful.
Thank you for letting me ramble in my blog and for finding the time to read this. I am sure this is not what you have come to expect. I am not rolling my eyes here. I appreciate every hit you guys give me. It makes me feel wonderful.
Now go on..Get out of here. Go get happy. Appreciate.

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Brent said…
I really need to appreciate my surroundings more. I take lots of things for granted that I shouldn't. Nice post. I've bookmarked your site. :)
Saturday, 22 May 2004 at 12:39:00 GMT-4
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