<?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: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-4161197752536877720</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:34:02.194-08:00</updated><category term='stress relief'/><category term='Amy Bloom'/><category term='authentic living'/><category term='Wayne Dyer'/><category term='Deepak Chopra'/><category term='The Secret'/><category term='stress-free living'/><category term='breath breathing tension'/><category term='daikon radish'/><category term='voltaire'/><category term='staying grounded'/><category term='time management'/><category term='seasonal cooking'/><category term='Younger Next Year'/><category term='the timberlake store'/><category term='Danskos'/><category term='margie mulholland'/><category term='Leonard Orr rebirthing'/><category term='Eckhart Tolle pain bodies'/><category term='meaning of nightmares'/><category term='goal-setting'/><title type='text'>Staying Grounded in a Frantic World</title><subtitle type='html'>Choose peace. Use your power.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-3568063071198366065</id><published>2012-02-11T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-12T09:54:12.628-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasonal cooking'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the timberlake store'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daikon radish'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='margie mulholland'/><title type='text'>We're natural beings!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Now and then I feel&amp;nbsp;out of sorts-- like this week. So I went to see my herbalist, Margie Mulholland (&lt;a href="http://timberlakeherbstore.com/"&gt;http://timberlakeherbstore.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Finding Margie was one of the most serendipitous events of my life because I feel like she's kept me alive. (If not alive, at least fully functioning.) What Margie&amp;nbsp;teaches is that we are natural beings whose physical and emotional well-being is intimately tied to our natural&amp;nbsp;environment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;So lately&amp;nbsp;I'd been eating lots of fruit and salads and feeling just awful. Margie reminded me that if I go to the farmers' market, I won't find such things there. So that's not what my body needs right now. It's winter, and it's kidney season (Yes, our bodies have seasons. Liver season is next.) I need&amp;nbsp; warm things-- greens, squash, chard,&amp;nbsp;beans, and soups, etc. I made the changes and started to feel better. (I'm at an artists' conference as I write.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;My point is that we have so many options in this age of instant everything. We have access to whatever we can afford-- from practically anywhere around the world. But just because we &lt;em&gt;can&lt;/em&gt; have it doesn't mean we &lt;em&gt;should&lt;/em&gt; have it. If we want good health, we have to&amp;nbsp;learn as much about our bodies as we do about our all the other things we love. When we do, we can often&amp;nbsp;generate our own healing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Margie told me about the daikon radish. Now doesn't that look delicious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbFRU9miVwA/Tzf75dT4FmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/osw5lYJOvcY/s1600/daikon.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" sda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbFRU9miVwA/Tzf75dT4FmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/osw5lYJOvcY/s320/daikon.jpg" width="250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;" It is also rich in enzymes that help in digesting fats and starchy foods.&amp;nbsp; There have been a few studies which indicate that Daikon may have some benefit in fighting or preventing cancer. Daikon is a good source of many of the same compounds that give broccoli its anti-cancer reputation.&amp;nbsp; And finally, it’s an excellent source of&amp;nbsp; phosphorus, potassium and vitamin C&amp;nbsp; – a great immune booster this time of year" (&lt;a href="http://www.cook4seasons.com/archives/daikon-radish-confetti-salad/#more-2545"&gt;http://www.cook4seasons.com/archives/daikon-radish-confetti-salad/#more-2545&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-3568063071198366065?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/3568063071198366065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/02/were-natural-beings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/3568063071198366065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/3568063071198366065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/02/were-natural-beings.html' title='We&apos;re natural beings!'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MbFRU9miVwA/Tzf75dT4FmI/AAAAAAAAAFs/osw5lYJOvcY/s72-c/daikon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-7904946020965238183</id><published>2012-01-29T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T17:38:13.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wayne Dyer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secret'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goal-setting'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepak Chopra'/><title type='text'>Living up to your own expectations</title><content type='html'>This weekend I met a milestone. For several years I've needed to&amp;nbsp;update my website. I really NEEDED to do it, and whenever I thought about it, I'd have the disappointed feeling that I hadn't completed that&amp;nbsp;task&amp;nbsp;yet. I vascillated between hiring somebody to do it&amp;nbsp;and tackling it myself. Then I'd get caught up in a Catch-22&amp;nbsp;thinking about how low-tech I am, and at the same time thinking how I only need a simple website-- no bells and whistles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make this story shorter.... Yesterday I sat down and did it. I woke up with the intention of making a link on one page work. When I shut down my laptop at 2:30 a.m., I'd actually revised all the pages to the extent that I don't have to cringe when I think of someone accessing the site. It's not perfect, but it's functional. &lt;br /&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.thewritingclinic.com/"&gt;http://www.thewritingclinic.com/&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2_OieT7CbM/TyXxX7SQ8LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a11LX6kSodI/s1600/webbuildingphoto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gda="true" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2_OieT7CbM/TyXxX7SQ8LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a11LX6kSodI/s320/webbuildingphoto.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #7f6000;"&gt;Grown daughter captured me with my brain in full web-building mode.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months ago I mentioned how much we can actually accomplish for our jobs-- when somebody is paying us to do something that actually meets THEIR goals. What was so disappointing for me was knowing that when I really focus and give something my best shot, I can really get a job done and meet other people's expectations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't seem to harness that kind of energy to meet my own goal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after spending all those hours with&amp;nbsp;technical support and taking notes and refreshing and downloading and linking and&amp;nbsp;on and on.....&amp;nbsp;I feel like I've reached some new place in my own development. I got in that zone that folks talk about when you know you're in flow and you're doing what you're supposed to. &lt;em&gt;The Secret&lt;/em&gt;,&amp;nbsp; Wayne Dyer, Stuart Wilde,&amp;nbsp;Deepak Chopra, and probably all the motivators make reference to it. And it was different from my writing zone-- because writing is something I really&amp;nbsp;just love to do. But... (and here's my tip).... there are things that we don't actually love to do, but we want to accomplish them. We want very much to get to the other side of some gateway task that leads to more .... More what? More of something we want.. whatever that may be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just want to encourage you to set the intention and stay in your (metaphorical) seat until you get it done. What a great feeling!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-7904946020965238183?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/7904946020965238183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-up-to-your-own-expectations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7904946020965238183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7904946020965238183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/living-up-to-your-own-expectations.html' title='Living up to your own expectations'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-y2_OieT7CbM/TyXxX7SQ8LI/AAAAAAAAAFk/a11LX6kSodI/s72-c/webbuildingphoto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-827359334794360515</id><published>2012-01-22T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T16:43:21.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You can go home again.</title><content type='html'>Whenever I go back to the small town in which I spent nine childhood years, my heart swells from the feeling of connection. When I visit, I attend the same church I did with my grandmother. Back then-- decades and decades ago, the church was filled with her sisters and cousins and their families, and&amp;nbsp;dozens of friends. Now&amp;nbsp;their descendants-- nieces, nephews, grand- and&amp;nbsp; great-grand, even greatgreatgrand descendants--&amp;nbsp;are in the choir and among the congregation. &lt;br /&gt;When I sat in the church today, I reflected on how much I know about these people. I've known them all my life. I always&amp;nbsp;visit and catch up on what's going on with this one or that one. All of us have had smooth and&amp;nbsp;bumpy spots. Some tragedies, some victories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I understood that the connections are more important than the details. People in small communities can fall from grace under the watchful eyes of neighbors, relatives, friends. They can bounce back, and fall in step, and&amp;nbsp;learn firsthand&amp;nbsp;that life is about forgiveness, support, renewal, and humanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those of us who have moved away from such tightknit communities of connection can forget that mistakes and bad choices&amp;nbsp;are notches on our timeline, but they don't define us for long..... UNLESS we punish ourselves in our minds over and over and over. Holding on to our unhappy&amp;nbsp;memories and judging ourselves will hold us prisoner long after the world has forgotten and moved on with the business of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-827359334794360515?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/827359334794360515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-can-go-home-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/827359334794360515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/827359334794360515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/you-can-go-home-again.html' title='You can go home again.'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-4459994931831545465</id><published>2012-01-13T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:43:21.871-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding the Middle Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykx15-1sIW8/TxDVv4Yv-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hfEkog46kjk/s1600/hyperbole.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykx15-1sIW8/TxDVv4Yv-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hfEkog46kjk/s1600/hyperbole.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;notice that young people speak in hyperbole a lot. “That is awesome!” or “I was so pissed off!” or "I can’t stand this!” or&amp;nbsp;“I had this amazing .......!” or “It was &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;#%!#*! &lt;/i&gt;awful!” Most times, what they’re talking about isn’t THAT big a deal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;If you’re young and reading this, my advice is to take it down a notch. Too much emotion is the stuff of which nervous breakdowns are made. I do believe that a lot of mood swings and depression&amp;nbsp;are fueled by exaggeration at both ends. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Highs too high, and lows too low.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In your daily life, find the middle way. The middle way is about expecting life to have its ups and downs, and taking them in stride. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;It’s accepting things for what they are without overemphasizing&amp;nbsp;a lot&amp;nbsp;of it. Realize that most of what goes on is just what life is all about. That way, when something truly amazing happens, you can appreciate it. And when something is truly devastating, it won’t &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;take you out&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a Follower of &lt;b&gt;Staying Grounded in a Frantic World?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If not, CLICK HERE to Join! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-4459994931831545465?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/4459994931831545465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-middle-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/4459994931831545465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/4459994931831545465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/finding-middle-way.html' title='Finding the Middle Way'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Ykx15-1sIW8/TxDVv4Yv-3I/AAAAAAAAAFc/hfEkog46kjk/s72-c/hyperbole.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-5272453033523822136</id><published>2012-01-07T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T12:57:37.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning of nightmares'/><title type='text'>The Meaning of a Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lparchive.org/Silent-Hill-4/Update%203/3-013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://lparchive.org/Silent-Hill-4/Update%203/3-013.jpg" style="-ms-interpolation-mode: nearest-neighbor;" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I remembered a recurring dream/nightmare that I've had pretty often over the years. In the dream, I'm living in NY again, and in order to get from home to work (and vice versa), I have to change subway lines. To go from one line&amp;nbsp;to the other, I have to go downstairs, through a tunnel, and up&amp;nbsp;two flights of stairs. Between these last&amp;nbsp;two flights is a landing.&amp;nbsp;On this landing are the scariest people that I can imagine! (And I don't scare easy.....) This is a passel of true PREDATORS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;The nightmare begins when I get close to the stairway. I start to experience the dread, the fear. Can I get by unnoticed? Will they attack, taunt, or even murder me? Can I charm them into leaving me alone? What's my best strategy? While I'm figuring this out, I'm acutely aware that I'll have to do it over and&amp;nbsp;over again because it's the only route&amp;nbsp;to my home.&amp;nbsp;It's so dramatic and anxiety ridden that I know it means something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Now that I've given voice to it, I know I'll figure out the meaning. Once I get the message, I'll probably stop having it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tip: Let's get the messages from our nightmares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you a Follower of &lt;b&gt;Staying Grounded in a Frantic World?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;If not, CLICK HERE to Join! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-5272453033523822136?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/5272453033523822136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/meaning-of-nightmare.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/5272453033523822136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/5272453033523822136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/meaning-of-nightmare.html' title='The Meaning of a Nightmare'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-5310234845519796512</id><published>2012-01-02T14:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:14:42.235-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying grounded'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eckhart Tolle pain bodies'/><title type='text'>Eckhart Tolle: "The opposite of life is not death. The opposite of death is birth. Life has no opposite."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Eckhart Tolle (by now you know he's one of my favorites) wrote, "The opposite of life is not death. The opposite of death is birth. Life has no opposite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I like that as a quote for starting my year. There are so many implications. I can go really really deep when it comes to energy and life cycles and such. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;But I won't do that now. Too much said is usually too much said. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;So&amp;nbsp;on this second day of an exciting new year, I will accept this quote&amp;nbsp;as a mandate to really live this life that I have. There's no diminishing of life as we age. We are simply having a life...the one we are making-- either consciously or unconsciously.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;That's my tip--&amp;nbsp; Let's be as conscious as possible about what we do with LIFE. Let's not drag through our days&amp;nbsp;clinging to&amp;nbsp;beliefs that we haven't examined for ages. Let's not assume that because something didn't work six months ago means that it won't work now. .Let's process our circumstances in ways that resonate with possibility and light-heartedness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;And let's raise our expectations and believe we can&amp;nbsp;create the best, unique, most soul-satisfying lives we can. Not as dictated by society or tradition or the community or the culture, but as dictated by the tiny, vibrant place within that's counting on us to get the most out of&amp;nbsp;this journey.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I will continue to contemplate on "Life has no opposite."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you a Follower of &lt;b&gt;Staying Grounded in a Frantic World?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/signin/home?st=e%3DAOG8GaAL8%252Ba42cxYqoPOA3OOLfDgwTvn8QT5cqb3ET59U54hHVfgVjTOzEidGU03XiMb0lWHxSm%252Bo7D3wNwUhivuD2oKYB9zlyu2HtpfGTu6iLesyQyKUJMKxW7a8HVtiD2IOQmOOS1OCSNz8jT38On7nVLqPYWKHECwffn58jjZ2E5mqtM4Q5UYPUCzSHm8DbmkpHb%252FYiRZbB9bM91ZC3m%252Fve3H%252BFgyLuCFB4ehKOOZ3Gsi8Jig0TQ%253D%26c%3Dpeoplesense&amp;amp;psinvite=&amp;amp;subscribeOnSignin=1" style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8b7b06;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; to Join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-5310234845519796512?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/5310234845519796512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/eckhart-tolle-opposite-of-life-is-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/5310234845519796512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/5310234845519796512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2012/01/eckhart-tolle-opposite-of-life-is-not.html' title='Eckhart Tolle: &quot;The opposite of life is not death. The opposite of death is birth. Life has no opposite.&quot;'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-6300246927862396586</id><published>2011-12-24T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T07:25:21.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Guilt is a useless emotion." (Wayne Dyer)</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for a while. I was about to feel guilty. Actually I've had low-grade guilt humming beneath my spirit for two weeks. My internal dialogue was running something like this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;I have plenty to say, so why aren't I saying it? I'm slacking; that' s why."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this morning, I stayed in the bed for a while and felt the weeks of over-activity weighting my body to the mattress. If we're lucky the holiday season brings gatherings, shopping, planning, and running around in crowds. If we're unlucky, it may bring sadness, regret, fear, and stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't beat ourselves up during a season that brings heavier loads. Some things will have to fall off&amp;nbsp;until there's space on our wagons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my grounding tip this Christmas Eve is to keep your internal dialogue going in a positive way. We can't remember or even afford to give everybody a gift. We might not have the ideal circumstances with friends, family, money, or whatever. This might not be the happiest time of the year for you. That's okay. Lose the pressure. Life just is. It doesn't have to be any particular way. Do your best, and call it a day. And sometimes our best falls way short of our ideal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-6300246927862396586?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/6300246927862396586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/12/guilt-is-useless-emotion-wayne-dyer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/6300246927862396586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/6300246927862396586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/12/guilt-is-useless-emotion-wayne-dyer.html' title='&quot;Guilt is a useless emotion.&quot; (Wayne Dyer)'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-6500678077403063750</id><published>2011-12-04T14:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T14:35:35.742-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Younger Next Year'/><title type='text'>My new and improved aging process!</title><content type='html'>In the book &lt;em&gt;Younger Next Year&lt;/em&gt;, co-author Henry S. Lodge, M.D. states, "Some 70 percent of premature death and aging is lifestyle related. Heart attacks, strokes, the common cancers, diabetes ... and many more illnesses are primarily caused by the way we live. If we had the will to do it, we could eliminate more than half of all disease in women and men over fifty. Not &lt;em&gt;delay &lt;/em&gt;it&lt;em&gt;, eliminate &lt;/em&gt;it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that not the best news you've heard all year? Americans have become pretty sickly. It's evident by the number of CVS, Walgreens, and Rite Aids at the major intersections. And their parking lots are rarely empty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's my testimony of sorts:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two&amp;nbsp;winters&amp;nbsp;ago I went to NY to visit family and friends. I'm not exaggerating when I say that&amp;nbsp;a good 20% of my time was spent rummaging through luggage trying to locate items I'd packed. My brain fog was clearly at an all-time high, and my nervous system was definitely lacking some vital nutrients. My heart did a fair amount of palpitating, and my breathing was shallow enough to realize that I was probably oxygen poor. I shlogged (my word)&amp;nbsp;through the vacation praying for the strength to survive it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward to two weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAOyTcmiTLY/TtvyJC27deI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ktK-Oq2B7OI/s1600/STEFF+%2526+aNGE+ny.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAOyTcmiTLY/TtvyJC27deI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ktK-Oq2B7OI/s320/STEFF+%2526+aNGE+ny.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took the same trip, with the same people, to the same four-family house in which I grew up. The only difference is that this past year, based on the advice of my naturopathic practitioner, I gave up sugar and &lt;em&gt;processed&lt;/em&gt; carbs (I still get to&amp;nbsp;eat rice and whole grains-- the best&amp;nbsp;food group&amp;nbsp;on earth!). I exercise more than I did (but not quite the 45 minutes, six days a week that the &lt;em&gt;Younger Next Year&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;authors emphasize).&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time I felt just fine. My mind was clear. My energy level was even. I enjoyed the crowds, the walking, the treks up and down the subway steps, the late nights, the wine, the chaos of preparing&amp;nbsp;Thanksgiving&amp;nbsp;food&amp;nbsp;with loved ones.&amp;nbsp;I realized that I feel MUCH younger now than I have for nearly a decade. I also realize that &lt;em&gt;looking&lt;/em&gt; younger has become the feel-good accomplishment of our culture (and I don't knock that, because I certainly want to look good too), but if&amp;nbsp;we don't &lt;em&gt;feel&lt;/em&gt; good, the quality of our lives will be greatly diminished. Basically, we won't feel good enough to do the&amp;nbsp;things that ultimately make us happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ecstatic to announce that I feel a HECK of a lot younger than I have&amp;nbsp;in a long, long&amp;nbsp;time, and that is the key to some&amp;nbsp;WONDERFUL milestones that I've met recently.... which I'll write about at a later date....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16USomeZF8g/TtvzQPNnn1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lxTWTi24xqc/s1600/B%2526A+Katz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-16USomeZF8g/TtvzQPNnn1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/lxTWTi24xqc/s320/B%2526A+Katz.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Are you a Follower of &lt;b&gt;Staying Grounded in a Frantic World?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;If not, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.google.com/friendconnect/signin/home?st=e%3DAOG8GaAL8%252Ba42cxYqoPOA3OOLfDgwTvn8QT5cqb3ET59U54hHVfgVjTOzEidGU03XiMb0lWHxSm%252Bo7D3wNwUhivuD2oKYB9zlyu2HtpfGTu6iLesyQyKUJMKxW7a8HVtiD2IOQmOOS1OCSNz8jT38On7nVLqPYWKHECwffn58jjZ2E5mqtM4Q5UYPUCzSHm8DbmkpHb%252FYiRZbB9bM91ZC3m%252Fve3H%252BFgyLuCFB4ehKOOZ3Gsi8Jig0TQ%253D%26c%3Dpeoplesense&amp;amp;psinvite=&amp;amp;subscribeOnSignin=1" style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #8b7b06;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt; to Join!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-6500678077403063750?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/6500678077403063750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-new-and-improved-aging-process.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/6500678077403063750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/6500678077403063750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-new-and-improved-aging-process.html' title='My new and improved aging process!'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DAOyTcmiTLY/TtvyJC27deI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ktK-Oq2B7OI/s72-c/STEFF+%2526+aNGE+ny.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-1874946392547061326</id><published>2011-11-14T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T04:56:37.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress relief'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='time management'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deepak Chopra'/><title type='text'>Emergency! Time Pressure!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.cdn4.123rf.com/168nwm/digitalgenetics/digitalgenetics1011/digitalgenetics101100536/8164642-3d-man--businessman-running-out-of-time.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="113px" id="il_fi" src="http://us.cdn4.123rf.com/168nwm/digitalgenetics/digitalgenetics1011/digitalgenetics101100536/8164642-3d-man--businessman-running-out-of-time.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="168px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Deepak Chopra wrote, “In medicine we realize that people who don’t have enough time are probably going to develop health problems. The discovery of Type A behavior, for example, revealed that heart attacks were linked to a sense that there’s never enough time. …”&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Ageless Body, Timeless Mind.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;It scared me when I read that. I totally identify. I was not surprised to read Deepak’s words, “It’s no accident that the word &lt;i&gt;deadline&lt;/i&gt; contains the word &lt;i&gt;dead&lt;/i&gt;.” When I wrote grants for a living, I would have to go directly to bed after meeting a deadline and stay there for a couple of days because I was simply done. After 15 years of that, I changed careers and never looked back because I felt like the deadlines would send me to an early grave. I don’t even like to hear the word &lt;i&gt;grant&lt;/i&gt; at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Something deep in my soul knows that the chronic rush so many of us feel&amp;nbsp;is unnatural. We know it's not good for us, and it doesn't feel good while it's happening. Whether you work out in the world or work at home, there is this underlying, nagging feeling of &lt;em&gt;what comes next&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;will I have enough time&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;I don't want to be late&lt;/em&gt;, and &lt;em&gt;when am I going to do x and y&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;So what’s the solution? I thought about summarizing Deepak’s recommendations, but they are a bit too metaphysical for simply trying to make it through the day. His website, however, is worth the visit: http://www.deepakchopra.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Linear time is simply what we’re stuck with (on this plane anyway). We only have so much leeway. So this weekend, I tried to come up with ways to save my heart—which has a tendency to race and rebel when under emotional time pressure. Since I want my heart to last for as long as I want it to last (a very, very long time), these are my intentions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;q&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Make a daily list with the most important things at the top, and try very hard to fit in the things that really matter. So today at 4 p.m., I simply stopped what I was doing, locked the classroom, and drove to the track to get in my three-mile walk. I refused to think about the condition of my desk because that would have taken me out of the present moment. The condition of the desk will be in my present moment tomorrow when I walk into the room. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 12pt 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;q&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Prepare only&amp;nbsp;two items for weekday dinners (plus I will always have a chopped head of lettuce, so it can be a third thing if desired.) I have this ridiculous, early twentieth-century habit of sometimes&amp;nbsp;making separate dinner&amp;nbsp;items for each of us—e.g., pork for my husband, chicken for me. I lost that habit today when I realized I must suffer from some form of mental illness. Two dishes—max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 12pt 0in 0pt 0.5in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings; font-size: 8pt; mso-bidi-font-size: 12.0pt;"&gt;q&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Keep centered in the face of chaos. If you are exposed to people-- any people,&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;there will be stress (kids, wives, partners, husbands, parents,&amp;nbsp;family members, coworkers, etc.). People will always have their own agendas, and sometimes will have&amp;nbsp;agendas&amp;nbsp;for us. Everybody basically wants what they want. Sooooo, I’m going to remember my agenda and think long and hard before I respond to the desires of others. Deepak says to have an inner smile and take three deep breaths before responding (something to that effect). Doesn’t that seem like a wonderful way to handle people who are trying to steal our time? Because if we aren't mindful, we will run out of time without having done anything that we want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;I suggest that you come up with your own plan. To coerce you into doing so, I’ll leave you with a final quote from &lt;i&gt;Ageless Body, Timeless Mind. &lt;/i&gt;“When heart patients are given demanding tasks under a deadline, a significant number grow so agitated that their heart muscles actually suffer ischemic or “silent” heart attacks (damage without any sensation or pain).”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Jeeze!!!!!!!!!&amp;nbsp; (But to make you a bit optimistic...&amp;nbsp;I've read that we&amp;nbsp;can heal practically everything-- even the most caustic and devastating illnesses with the proper attention and focus.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-1874946392547061326?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/1874946392547061326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/11/emergency-time-pressure.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1874946392547061326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1874946392547061326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/11/emergency-time-pressure.html' title='Emergency! Time Pressure!!!!!'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-7030695918393827460</id><published>2011-11-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-06T13:59:04.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='voltaire'/><title type='text'>The perfect is the enemy of the good</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I become a bit shy (such a childish word) when I’m sort of on the spot—like when I’m in front of a group participating in some forum that is not my strong suit. In such a case, I want the opportunity to really rehearse and over-prepare. Otherwise I tend to feel inadequate, and after the situation is over, I beat myself up a bit. I will remember every stammer, every omission, or any foolish statement. I’ll relive the discomfort and feel lousy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Today I was about to go down that road after participating in a workshop. I wished I’d had more time to think about my role in it. But maybe because I’m blogging about reducing stress, I was instantly aware of the truth of the matter. My self-criticism was irrelevant—nothing major at all. Nothing I would judge anybody else harshly for committing or omitting. I was able to catch myself and basically say, “Who do I think I am that I have to expect such perfection from myself?” &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;My friend mentioned a quote a of Voltaire's “The perfect is the enemy of the good.” Fixating on&amp;nbsp;perfection is crippling.&amp;nbsp;We will&amp;nbsp;rarely feel that the time to do something is now. The time will always be &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;after I’ve done this, or mastered that, or rehearsed however many more times&lt;/i&gt;. The need for perfection keeps us from putting ourselves out there in ways that would probably do us a lot of good. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But the chance never comes if we just keep self-critiquing forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;There are some areas that demand such detail-oriented nitpicking—where &lt;em&gt;almost &lt;/em&gt;really isn’t good enough. But there are many situations in everyday life that would turn out so much better if we would just relax and do our best and move on. Doing our best at the moment is the important thing. Also, according to many of the sages, there is no future—there is only now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;So ultimately the closest we will get to &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;perfection&lt;/i&gt; comes from having the courage to put ourselves out there when we are merely good, and over time—that good gets better and better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-7030695918393827460?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/7030695918393827460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-is-enemy-of-good.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7030695918393827460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7030695918393827460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/11/perfect-is-enemy-of-good.html' title='The perfect is the enemy of the good'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-7115264367102191332</id><published>2011-10-31T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-31T10:46:00.550-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authentic living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amy Bloom'/><title type='text'>Inside and Outside Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;Amy Bloom wrote in her novel &lt;i&gt;Away&lt;/i&gt;, "Everyone has two memories. The one you can tell and the one that is stuck to the underside of that, the dark, tarry smear of what happened." I like this because everyone likes his or her own &lt;i&gt;decent&lt;/i&gt; version of our story. In the retelling, we might shy away from the parts that cast us in an unfavorable light. Sometimes that might be the ugly thing someone said to us that hints at a deeper truth. Other times it might be the part we played in a drama that took a turn for the worse. Sometimes it’s a little thing we did or didn’t do that ultimately made a difference in the outcome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;So in order to stay grounded, I guess we can say or tell what we want to… as long as we don’t lie to ourselves. When we believe our superficial story and omit the “dark, tarry smear of what happened”, we are doomed to let ourselves off the hook too easily. We are likely to blame the world for our conditions when we had all the power. The power that lies in seeing our own truth--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial Narrow;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;stark and bare.&amp;nbsp;Owning our truth&amp;nbsp;lets us walk authentically through life, dealing with what really is there, and coming to terms with what actually helps or hinders us on our journey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-7115264367102191332?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/7115264367102191332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/inside-and-outside-truth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7115264367102191332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7115264367102191332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/inside-and-outside-truth.html' title='Inside and Outside Truth'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-7939938900506425560</id><published>2011-10-19T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T07:52:46.405-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leonard Orr rebirthing'/><title type='text'>Recommit</title><content type='html'>All week the idea of recommiting has been with me. Life simply requires it. We all have intentions. Then life happens, and the intentions fall by the wayside. Then we remember what we set out to do and become discouraged, maybe hit ourselves over the head a few times, call ourselves a few names.&amp;nbsp; This may apply to exercise, eating, meditating, running, giving things up for Lent, cussing, judging, yelling, and on and on. My grounding tip is this: When we recognize we've fallen off, do the merciful thing and recommit. There's no virtue in hating little bits of ourselves because we're human. Really. That's a myth. A crock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it&amp;nbsp;your best shot again.&amp;nbsp; That's part of the journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonard Orr wrote these powerful words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Infinite Power directed by thoughts of weakness can produce infinite weakness. Infinite power directed by wholesome and healthy thoughts produce infinite wholesomeness, health, and safety - beyond safety - peace and pleasure.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-7939938900506425560?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/7939938900506425560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/recommit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7939938900506425560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7939938900506425560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/recommit.html' title='Recommit'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-1258505306010761243</id><published>2011-10-13T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:34:08.434-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breath breathing tension'/><title type='text'>Magical Breathing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Seems that I would have mentioned this already. But when I consciously ground myself, I’m always stunned to recognize that, quite often, I go through life holding my breath. Taking measly breaths. Just enough to get me through a day filled with a long string of slightly&amp;nbsp;tense minutes. Today I caught myself, and I started walking slowly enough to remember to breathe deep-down-in-my-belly breaths. A while later,&amp;nbsp;I realized the tension had melted. I had a great day even though nothing spectacular happened! I found myself being in the moment-- &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;just as peaceful and productive as you please. I WAS THRILLED! So simple, and yet so powerful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And since breath is the most important element, it stands to reason that it will go a long way as a physical and mental healer. I really hope I remember to breathe tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-1258505306010761243?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/1258505306010761243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/magical-breathing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1258505306010761243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1258505306010761243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/magical-breathing.html' title='Magical Breathing'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-1769026231601662719</id><published>2011-10-09T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T14:16:17.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Danskos'/><title type='text'>Danskos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp; love my Danskos! These shoes were made for walking. For me, staying grounded has a lot to do with shoes. I can wear these babies all day and night without thinking about my feet! Simple pleasures. Grounding tip:&amp;nbsp;Wear comfortable shoes. Life is complicated enough without being reminded of your feet all day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6qMJfLgI-A/TpINS8WOR5I/AAAAAAAAADo/ssczd9RXoVQ/s1600/my+Danskos%2521+002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6qMJfLgI-A/TpINS8WOR5I/AAAAAAAAADo/ssczd9RXoVQ/s320/my+Danskos%2521+002.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-1769026231601662719?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/1769026231601662719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/danskos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1769026231601662719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1769026231601662719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/10/danskos.html' title='Danskos!'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G6qMJfLgI-A/TpINS8WOR5I/AAAAAAAAADo/ssczd9RXoVQ/s72-c/my+Danskos%2521+002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-2135570360196355256</id><published>2011-09-25T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T15:53:38.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stress-free living'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='staying grounded'/><title type='text'>Stress-Free Weekend</title><content type='html'>What happens to me is this... I'm going along fine and feeling pretty decent. The better I feel, the more I feel like doing. I keep doing, doing, doing, and suddenly I don't feel so&amp;nbsp;decent anymore. This usually leads to a feeling of being unbelievably overwhelmed.. to the point that I'm not feeling so clear about anything anymore. By the end of the week my head is buzzing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grounding&amp;nbsp;tip...&amp;nbsp;Go to bed. Get some rest. Forget fun. Forget obligation. Sleep till you get that pressed-down feeling in your bed, and even if life is happening all around you, don't get up till you know you've slept late. Then get up and move slowly. Really slowly. Don't get too far away from a chair or a bed. I did it this weekend. I feel sooo much better.&amp;nbsp;It works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-2135570360196355256?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/2135570360196355256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/stress-free-weekend.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2135570360196355256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2135570360196355256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/stress-free-weekend.html' title='Stress-Free Weekend'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-1096641104518126375</id><published>2011-09-11T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T09:08:14.233-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eckhart Tolle pain bodies'/><title type='text'>A wounded heart is the most likely to wound....</title><content type='html'>Dozens of times I've read about the world being a mirror. That was very cryptic. Now I understand it. People project their beliefs out into the world. If my heart has been broken four times, then I'd expect the fifth love to come along and break it as well.That's the cycle... the self-fulfilling prophecy. And what's very strange is that the person who has been hurt will often say and do some very mean things to you. It's the "I'll get you before you get me" syndrome.&amp;nbsp;Eckhart Tolle refers to "pain-bodies"-- the hurt places within that are triggered by the most innocuous things. So my grounding tip is to beware the walking wounded because they may just strike out. But don't take it personally because 9 times out of 10 (don't quote me on that), it's not about you at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I told a student who has a very caustic attitude that he needed to stop addressing me in such a harsh tone. He said, "People are always yelling at me." I said, "But I don't yell at you. I never yell at you. I&amp;nbsp;speak nicely to you." He looked at me with surprise and said, "Oh. I'm sorry."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-1096641104518126375?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/1096641104518126375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/wounded-heart-is-most-likely-to-wound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1096641104518126375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/1096641104518126375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/wounded-heart-is-most-likely-to-wound.html' title='A wounded heart is the most likely to wound....'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-995769052630565398</id><published>2011-09-03T11:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T11:21:36.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One well-lived day at a time rewrites your history.</title><content type='html'>That idea came to me a few months ago. And I believe it. There's a statistic about our only using some tiny fraction of our brain power. Couple that with the amount of time that our society actively encourages us to waste time, and you can see why so many&amp;nbsp;people are not happy with themselves. Notice how there is nolonger a commercial interruption between television shows. Or notice how they play marathons of your favorite shows back to back to back. We are suckered into becoming passive consumers of whatever advertisers are paid to sell us. Such a lifestyle will leave you wanting for damned near everything you've ever desired... and never getting it. (I won't even mention addiction to the social media!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we've got to push ourselves against the 21st century tide. For me that means carrying my sneakers in the car so I can get some walking in at the end of some days. I have to set up my crockpot so I can have some slow food cooking, so I don't fall into the fast-food trap. I have to leave behind the idea of a comfort zone because, as I wrote before, a wide comfort zone won't get me what I want. And I also have to get enough sleep, because if I'm tired, I won't feel like doing any of the stuff that truly satisfies me-- like exercising, writing, and eating good healthy homemade food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I incorporate these things into my life, I am a happier wife, mother, family member, and friend.&amp;nbsp;And I have well-lived days.&amp;nbsp;If I don't I become irritable and annoyed, and generally dissatisfied-- creating ugly chapters in my personal history book. So I'm really trying to keep from falling for the easy outs that can take away my control of my desired&amp;nbsp;destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-995769052630565398?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/995769052630565398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-well-lived-day-at-time-rewrites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/995769052630565398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/995769052630565398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/09/one-well-lived-day-at-time-rewrites.html' title='One well-lived day at a time rewrites your history.'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-244237983007586215</id><published>2011-07-28T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T12:21:17.687-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfort Zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"Happiness begins at the end of my comfort zone." (anonymous, quoted by Stephanie McIntyre)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That line says it all. What does a comfort zone bring? More of the same. Getting out of it is like starting to exercise... there may be a bit of resistance, maybe a little pain, discomfort. Or it can be like speaking a new language... awkward, a feeling of stupidity, stumbling around in intimidating territory. I hate to do it, but I'll state the obvious: The only way to really live is to adopt a spirit of adventure-- even if&amp;nbsp;they're&amp;nbsp;tiny adventures, like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;having dinner alone in a restaurant and ordering a glass of wine (or&amp;nbsp;even two glasses of wine)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; driving down a highway just because you&amp;nbsp;want to know where it leads&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; buying&amp;nbsp;a ticket even if you're the only one who wants to go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; talking to different people at work&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; hiring somebody to do things you dread, so you have time for the things you love&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list can go on and on. Make a list of things that can stretch you beyond the familiar, and&amp;nbsp;into the&amp;nbsp;realm of who you actually imagine yourself to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-244237983007586215?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/244237983007586215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/07/comfort-zone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/244237983007586215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/244237983007586215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/07/comfort-zone.html' title='The Comfort Zone'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-7304856130184573699</id><published>2011-06-13T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-13T21:00:10.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating for Success</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The most basic guide to what you should eat is your body type."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Perfect Health&lt;/em&gt; by Deepak Chopra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&amp;nbsp;October I pretty much gave up refined sugar and most refined carbs. Since then, I can almost count the number of times I've consumed them. It has changed my life. The fact that I'm blogging,&amp;nbsp;fixing my website, and following "how-to" manuals is confirmation&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;they had a horrific effect on my nervous system or some system.&amp;nbsp;I'm thrilled! Sugar made me spacey and emotional and somewhat antsy. My mind was all over the place. A few weeks ago, I noticed how much longer I'm sticking with tasks, and how much deeper I can go into a topic before I'm distracted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grounding tip is this: If you know, or even intuit, that something isn't working for your body, give it up. It's hard, but it's worth it. In the long run, our taste buds will evolve to actually want a healthier diet; but we won't get back the hours and days sacrificed to sugar lows,&amp;nbsp; jittery nerves, and queasy stomachs.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thewritingclinic.com/"&gt;Visit my website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-7304856130184573699?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/7304856130184573699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/06/eating-for-success.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7304856130184573699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/7304856130184573699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/06/eating-for-success.html' title='Eating for Success'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-2569237334926007533</id><published>2011-06-07T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-07T08:28:51.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right to One's Opinion</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"A man convinced against his will, is of the same opinion still."&lt;/em&gt; attributed to Dale Carnegie, et. al.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debating and justifying were two of my favorite pasttimes for decades. Friends, cousins, and I would belabor a topic with heels dug firmly and deeply into a particular point of view. We&amp;nbsp;were hoarse&amp;nbsp;with righteous indignation, shouting&amp;nbsp;until the sun rose. It was rare that anyone changed perspectives-- although some conceded because they were simply worn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly it dawned on me that each person simply walks in his or her own shoes, so there is little value in convincing another to see and believe as I do. The need to&amp;nbsp;make another understand my point has more to do with my need for security-- for confirmation that I am &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt;. But &lt;em&gt;right&lt;/em&gt; is relative, and so is &lt;em&gt;wrong.&lt;/em&gt; Mistakes, learning, and growing make up our respective journeys; and the journey is life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm now testing the validity of my own assumptions and actions. I'm&amp;nbsp;trying my best to leave others to do as they please. Amazingly, as I let others have their own opinions without my interference, I feel freer. When I acknowledge each person's rights, I am more aware of my own.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-2569237334926007533?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/2569237334926007533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-to-ones-opinion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2569237334926007533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2569237334926007533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/06/right-to-ones-opinion.html' title='The Right to One&apos;s Opinion'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-2814860119981527781</id><published>2011-05-29T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T19:16:40.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There is no physician like cheerful thought for dissipating the ills of the body; there is no comforter to compare with good will for dispersing the shadows of grief and sorrow." James Allen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I visited two women in their mid and late sixties. They are of marginal means, have health challenges, and limited mobility. One has cancer, and is taking chemotherapy. But... in spite of all this, they have stronger life forces and &lt;em&gt;joie de vivre&lt;/em&gt; than anyone I've come across in a very long time. Though their bodies are challenged, their minds and spirits are glowing with health. Many would have crumbled months or years ago. Would have taken to their beds and given up, succumbed to weakness, pain, and despair. But these two had stayed up till 5 a.m. watching mysteries, and had awakened two hours later to prepare food for their visitors.&amp;nbsp;The afternoon&amp;nbsp;passed with a&amp;nbsp;comfortable&amp;nbsp;rhythm of food,&amp;nbsp;laughter, and stories from the past and&amp;nbsp;present. All the while,&amp;nbsp;I marvelled at how neat and clean their apartment was, and I listened intently for clues about their daily and monthly routines. I detected excitement, contentment, and love between all their lines. I learned a lesson during these six&amp;nbsp;or&amp;nbsp;seven hours. They are winning at the game of life. No matter what life has brought to us, now is what we have. There is no need to waste time commiserating. The magic of life is in squeezing the joy out of the day we're in. Life will deliver a mulititude of challenges, but yesterday I learned, firsthand, that perspective is everything. Conditions won't get the best of these women because they're not&amp;nbsp;focused on the diagnoses and prognosis and limitations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4161197752536877720-2814860119981527781?l=angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/feeds/2814860119981527781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/05/perspective.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2814860119981527781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4161197752536877720/posts/default/2814860119981527781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelabelcherepps.blogspot.com/2011/05/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Angela Epps</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06218742273812418915</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uunfFuz0FhE/TtbTNqZNsCI/AAAAAAAAAEI/cOB7UkvWhFc/s220/Fall%2B2011%2B001.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4161197752536877720.post-5076732449472566598</id><published>2011-05-23T17:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T13:58:12.031-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy Life While You Can</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"People are forever expressing their loneliness, despair, frustration, and loss of hope.&amp;nbsp;... They are constantly finding reasons for their unhappiness in those around them and in their external environment."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; (Leo Busgalia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I've been really busy lately, and when I'm busy, I can get impatient and snappy. However, busy means my life is bustling, and I'm healthy enough to have relationships and responsibilities.&amp;nbsp;When I read this quote, it dawned on me that perspective is everything. I really can choose how I&amp;nbsp;approach exercising in the morning,&amp;nbsp;preparing dinner in the evening, and meeting deadlines throughout the day. I&amp;nbsp;make dozens of decisions from the time I rise until I retire. Nobody and nothing sits in&amp;nbsp;my brain, having&amp;nbsp;my experience.&amp;nbsp;If we&amp;nbsp;lean on the tendency to criticize and complain,&amp;nbsp;we'll never be content. Sometimes we don't know how good we have it until something &lt;i&gt;worse &lt;/i&gt;happens. 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