<?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-8846640584878037292</id><updated>2011-10-02T04:33:13.003+10:00</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='choices'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='authenticity'/><category term='patience'/><title type='text'>Seaside Magic</title><subtitle type='html'>Who am I today and what grand &amp;amp; glorious adventures will I have?</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3205037427075074254</id><published>2011-09-03T17:43:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T17:43:52.471+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging Deeper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm excavating. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm delving way back into the deep dark recesses of my childhood and my mind. Taking responsibility for all that has happened and all that will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;It's not a particularly easy task, yet easier than I expected - I should have done it a long time ago, however perhaps I wasn't quite ready. Now, it seems, I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am discovering things about myself I never dreamed. Not good, not bad. Just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I realise there is no one to forgive. All I need to do is take responsibility for my thoughts, conscious and unconscious. They are what formed my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;The ghosts of my childhood are suddenly understood and it's a relief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I am all I need. No one else is responsible for my happiness. I am free to be authentic. I can be me. Liberated, unapologetic and fabulous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Today I believe that if I have the following in my life I have all I need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Love; red shoes; faded florals; gerberas; the seaside; patchwork quilts; a bathtub to soak in; hot air balloons; scented candles; vintage linens; books; strawberries on french toast; clear blue skies; libraries; cottage gardens; perfume; champagne; Paris and all manner of fripperies and fancies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm re-discovering the things I love haven't changed - the woman who loves them however, is changing rather much for the better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Falling in love with my authentic self all over again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3205037427075074254?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3205037427075074254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3205037427075074254&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3205037427075074254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3205037427075074254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2011/09/digging-deeper.html' title='Digging Deeper'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-8560050116439948869</id><published>2011-01-04T09:24:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T09:24:43.223+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Tuesday-itis!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm feeling a bit "blah" this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Fortunately I know I have a choice these days of whether to continue feeling this way or not. I will choose to feel better - I just have to get up and do something about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I think it might be because I have been away from home for so long. I'm a homebody, I love my home, my bed, my kids. I've been away since Dec 21st, and although it's been almost like a holiday I'm so ready for it to be over! Only 2 more days, so I can manage it :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;So for the next two days I'll take advantage of the quiet and having no phone reception, and read, read, read. I've made a decision to read only helpful, positive or motivational books this year, and I think that will make a difference to the quality of my life on a day to day basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I'm currently reading The Vortex by Esther and Jerry Hicks, which opening up a whole new perspective for me on the relationships we enter in to. I am getting a lot out of it and it is changing the way I look at people - which means I can make better decisions about those I allow into my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Next on the list is Think and Grow Rich by Napoleon Hill. An amazing book by an amazing man. I have listened to it before, but now I have my own copy to read over and over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Napoleon Hill is the grand-daddy of all the self-made entrepreneurs around these days. He truly is incredible. Recommended reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-8560050116439948869?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/8560050116439948869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=8560050116439948869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8560050116439948869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8560050116439948869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2011/01/tuesday-itis.html' title='Tuesday-itis!'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-4739692745551041557</id><published>2011-01-03T08:27:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T08:28:40.832+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Interesting things happen when you make the choice to be a positive person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Your world kind of expands for one. You see more opportunities, you feel more joy, you come into contact with more people, you hear more love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I guess your awareness expands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;It goes both ways too. You notice when people are being negative. This is something I'd only noticed when it was &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;bad. You know, when someone was really banging the drum about how sucky their life was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;These days I notice when someone says the littlest thing. I also notice pretty quickly when I am starting to head down that road, which is great, because I can turn&amp;nbsp;the car&amp;nbsp;around before I get stuck in the bitch ditch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You see, it's all a choice. You can choose how you feel, act or react.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;You can choose to feel good, or you can choose to moan and groan about how miserable things are. I don't know about you, but if I'm focused on misery, that's generally how I feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;When I'm focused on happiness, I feel it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Sounds simple, and it actually is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Be aware of your words, and your thoughts. Make it a habit. Hang out with positive people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Make the choice to feel good, and it won't be long before you feel fantastic!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-4739692745551041557?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/4739692745551041557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=4739692745551041557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/4739692745551041557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/4739692745551041557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2011/01/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3782408897523725878</id><published>2011-01-01T10:51:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T10:51:24.674+10:00</updated><title type='text'>2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;If I had to pick one trait to work on in my personality for this year, it would be self-discipline. In fact it IS self-discipline.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;I've spent too many years making excuses for myself and I'm over it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;I am an intelligent woman who has made some very unintelligent decisions in her life. And it's those decisions that have led me to where I am today, which isn't where I want to be anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;I will learn to act, rather than react. I will stand in the Choice Gap before I make decisions from now on. There will be thought put into my life, instead of blindly doing what feels good at the time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;I'm happy to work hard to get what I want. I can forego the instant gratification, and make the decision that will make a positive impact on my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;There are changes a-coming people. I hope I can inspire you to make the choices that will lead to your best life too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3782408897523725878?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3782408897523725878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3782408897523725878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3782408897523725878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3782408897523725878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2011/01/2011.html' title='2011'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-8622129815921571376</id><published>2010-12-27T16:13:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T16:13:55.252+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Best Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So we are coming to the end of another year.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How many people will be out there making resolutions they know in the back of their minds they won't keep past January 15th?&amp;nbsp; Are you going to be one of those people - or will you plan your thoughts and goals so that you know you will succeed?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My thoughts are this:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Think in the positive - always! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Find people to help you. At the very least don't hang out with the people who (for whatever reason) don't want you to succeed. Work out who those people are - possibly they are the ones who love you most. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You can tell people your goals or not tell them - you will know who will support you and who won't.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Make a plan, write it down. Break it down into to small, manageable pieces.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reward yourself when you reach your goal - but don't make the reward a sabotage. ie: if your goal is to be slim, don't reward yourself with food :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Believe in yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wish for you an amazing year filled with wins and personal bests.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I believe you can do it. I believe I can do it. So lets go forward&amp;nbsp;and make 2011 the year of our Best Selves!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-8622129815921571376?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/8622129815921571376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=8622129815921571376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8622129815921571376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8622129815921571376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/12/your-best-self.html' title='Your Best Self'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-8381497046282189458</id><published>2010-06-28T14:38:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-28T14:41:09.153+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Positivity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's funny how when you really start focusing on positive things, not only does life become a little easier and happier, but you really start to listen and take note how others think and speak...I have noticed that some people are very rigid and judgemental of anything they wouldn't do themselves, some are constantly talking about how bad things are, others are whining about their lives constantly, and others are being victims.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Now, I'm not perfect (by any means!), but I'm grateful for what I have, I try and remember to take responsibility for my life, and yes, when things get rough, it's hard not to get into that "poor me" mindset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;But at the end of the day, positivity attracts more positivity into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;The mind doesn't realise that those big dreams of yours aren't real, so go ahead and daydream that you are successful, happy, and driving around in a cute, red convertible (if that's what you want - it's what I want!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Let it make you happy and have fun with it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Be mindful of your thoughts and words for just one day and see if it doesn't make a difference...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-8381497046282189458?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/8381497046282189458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=8381497046282189458&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8381497046282189458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8381497046282189458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/06/miss-positivity.html' title='Miss Positivity'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-5935728176146464221</id><published>2010-06-21T13:05:00.001+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T13:06:41.022+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Wondering</title><content type='html'>Here's a question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Is it possible for an ordinary person like you or I (well we are all extraordinary...) to change ourselves. To invent a whole new life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Almost like Madonna, or Britney. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;But without the resources. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And in a more in-depth way, not just a physical transformation, but an emotional one. A new life, one that has been given a lot of thought and most likely a super-human amount of effort too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Does it require massive changes? Such as moving to a different state or even country? Or can you do it at home? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Will your friends and family accept it, or will they insist you stay in your pigeon hole, because that is where they are comfortable to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;And are all these thoughts because, once again I am bored with my life? Lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-5935728176146464221?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/5935728176146464221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=5935728176146464221&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5935728176146464221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5935728176146464221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-wondering.html' title='Just Wondering'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-9045422685425096607</id><published>2010-06-16T12:06:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T12:14:45.046+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;I find it interesting that one small occurence in a person's life can sometimes have a profound effect on the rest of their life, on their actions, on their thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;That something tiny and seemingly insignificant can set you free, within yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It's an incredible thing, to feel free, and not something that everyone experiences within their lifetime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It is a state of mind, rather than a physical thing. It is a feeling of relief, of a weight being lifted. It's light as a feather...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;It is a feeling that you can do anything you want. Be anyone you want, and the whole world is laid out in front of you, purely for your pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;What to do first?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Do what it is you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Do what it is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Do what it is you want to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Go out and experience the things you have always wanted to try.  You may love, laugh or cry, but the knowledge that you have taken a chance on your life - that alone is worth any risk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Be free and fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-9045422685425096607?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/9045422685425096607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=9045422685425096607&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9045422685425096607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9045422685425096607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/06/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3739294065629765535</id><published>2010-06-10T14:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T14:38:40.935+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Musings on Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;Do you subscribe to the view that love is a romantic proposition, full of hearts and flowers, or do you believe (as I am starting to) that in the end, falling in love is another deal we make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's face it, we all have things we want out of a relationship - and if a potential partner doesn't have the qualities we feel are most important to us, we cut our losses and move on, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you been, or are you , in a relationship where you aren't getting the things you want and need from your partner? Are you trading lack of emotional intimacy for money or prestige?&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading that we are happier in relationships where we are pretty similar to our partner - where one is not superior in any way to the other...And after some thought I would have to agree - we are probably better off being with someone reasonably similar to ourselves...to a degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure I think that money has so much to do with it, as values, morals and goals in life.I know that when (or if) I enter into another relationship, I want to be with someone who doesn't think I'm too crazy for having the dreams I do, for wanting to live the life I do, and who supports me in being the person that I am.&lt;br /&gt;To do that he would have to be aligned with me on some level yes?&lt;br /&gt;And I would like to be all that to him as well, and to feel that I can morally do that, without feeling out of alignment with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any thoughts?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3739294065629765535?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3739294065629765535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3739294065629765535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3739294065629765535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3739294065629765535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/06/musings-on-love.html' title='Musings on Love'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-9019755381815235526</id><published>2010-01-08T12:49:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T13:05:51.461+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Choice of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/S0agmvDLxlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rISij1M_GEk/s1600-h/Pottsville+032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424199388539635282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/S0agmvDLxlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rISij1M_GEk/s320/Pottsville+032.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess by now, you've heard the saying that happiness is a choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my experience, the choice is to remember what brings you happiness. Those stolen moments of bliss that make you pause and say "aah."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What tiny things in your everyday enchant you and bring a smile to your face - if you let them?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me it's about finding the romance in the ordinary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I allow it to, the simple act of hanging laundry under cloudless blue skies affords me the most glorious feeling that all is right in my world. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A glimpse of red and white polkadotted &lt;em&gt;anything &lt;/em&gt;makes me smile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Libraries, sun-warmed fruit straight from the tree, cupcakes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All simple pleasures, and all happiness triggers for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a few minutes to remember your bliss today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-9019755381815235526?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/9019755381815235526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=9019755381815235526&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9019755381815235526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9019755381815235526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2010/01/choice-of-happiness.html' title='The Choice of Happiness'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/S0agmvDLxlI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rISij1M_GEk/s72-c/Pottsville+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-7346880881418549922</id><published>2009-08-21T07:18:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T07:36:59.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Bliss</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/So3Bri8hzEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bMPZs5qXX5A/s1600-h/meditation-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372162884382084162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/So3Bri8hzEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bMPZs5qXX5A/s320/meditation-main_Full.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Bliss. That feeling we all crave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;What is it exactly?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's pure joy, love and adventure all rolled into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's the feeling you get when you are doing what you love to do. It's when you are so focused on the moment that nothing else can get in. Your thoughts are on the task at hand and nothing else matters to you. You feel calm and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So, can we get that feeling more than once every now and then? Oh yes! And it isn't too difficult to do either, but it does require that you make a commitment to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;A commitment to look for the joy in your day. A commitment to taking time for yourself to quiet your mind a little. A commitment to being true to who you really are. (You may need to dig a little to find this out - it gets buried very early in life!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Meditation is a wonderful thing and can be life-changing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Try taking five minutes to close your eyes and focus on your breathing. In. Out. In. Out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When your thoughts start clamouring for your attention, acknowledge them and then re-focus on your breath. In and out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The more you practise, the easier it will become. Like anything. It's so definitely worth it though - for the calm it brings if nothing else. But as you continue, you'll find that you gain more clarity and insight about your life, allowing you to make better decisions for yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When you are making good decisions based on what is best for you, then bliss isn't too far behind. Feel it, appreciate it and love it. It will come back to visit you more often if you do, and you will find that your days are more blissful and beautiful than not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I wish you your bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-7346880881418549922?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/7346880881418549922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=7346880881418549922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7346880881418549922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7346880881418549922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/feeling-bliss.html' title='Feeling Bliss'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/So3Bri8hzEI/AAAAAAAAAEA/bMPZs5qXX5A/s72-c/meditation-main_Full.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-1443247750450247579</id><published>2009-08-18T07:18:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T07:32:58.388+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Go &amp; Feel the Flow</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you ever get the feeling you're in your own way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As human beings, we spend an awful lot of time trying to control things. Usually things we have no control over, like what someone else thinks of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to control others is like trying to control the ocean. Actually it's exactly the same. It's attempting to control things external to you. It doesn't work, yet so many of us insist on expending a whole lot of energy on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What anyone else thinks, feels or does, has nothing to do with your reality. This little gem dropped into my inbox yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;"If you could actually stand in someone else's shoes, to hear what they hear, see what they see, and feel what they feel, you would honestly wonder what planet they live on, and be totally blown away by how different their "reality" is from yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd also never, in a million years, be quick to judge again."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Interesting huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To change your life, your reality, doesn't depend on others. To make a difference all you need to do is change your thoughts and perceptions. If you come at things from a point of love, rather than hate. From abundance not lack. From giving, not selfishness. If you can do these things, your outlook will change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Focus on the good in your life and more of that will come. Focus on the bad and again, more of that will appear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Stop trying to control that which you have no control over and feel the frustration ebb away. Get out of your own way and feel the flow start to come back into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Most of all have fun with your life - that is what you are here for!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-1443247750450247579?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/1443247750450247579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=1443247750450247579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1443247750450247579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1443247750450247579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/let-go-feel-flow.html' title='Let Go &amp; Feel the Flow'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-6936042915581531072</id><published>2009-08-16T11:12:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T11:33:13.480+10:00</updated><title type='text'>When Taking Time Leads to Greater Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddV9rQUPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kDM232uuROk/s1600-h/DSC00102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370363712577229042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddV9rQUPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kDM232uuROk/s320/DSC00102.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddVc72hLI/AAAAAAAAADw/SwdgrTIWNCs/s1600-h/DSC00097.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370363703788471474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddVc72hLI/AAAAAAAAADw/SwdgrTIWNCs/s320/DSC00097.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddU7lh3AI/AAAAAAAAADo/HooV4ud5pQw/s1600-h/DSC00091.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370363694836472834" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddU7lh3AI/AAAAAAAAADo/HooV4ud5pQw/s320/DSC00091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Last week, I had a day that wasn't going so great. I was getting that feeling - you know, stressed and almost panicky. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I got up, and grabbed a few things: bottle of water, ipod with motivation, current book, journal and pen, and favourite quilt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am lucky enough to live a mere 20 minutes drive away from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tamborinemtncc.org.au/image_gallery/image_gallery.cfm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mt Tamborine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; - one of the lovelier spots on our planet.&lt;br /&gt;I went off to the the botanic gardens there, and just took some time to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent about two hours listening to some fantastic motivational teachings, writing in my journal and lying in the sun. It was just the tonic I needed, and I am incredibly grateful that I have the opportunity to take the time to do these things for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once I got home, I was feeling a hundred percent better. Funnily enough not half an hour later I received a phone call offering me a fabulous working opportunity, that puts me in a place I need to be to achieve my personal goals over the next 2 to 4 years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;As you can imagine I was feeling &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; great after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So when things are getting on top of you, if it's at all possible, take some time out to reflect, meditate and get grateful for what you have. I believe it's these things that change our attitudes and open doors for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Take the time to breathe, take the time to open your mind as well as your eyes. Look at everything as an opportunity to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Love your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-6936042915581531072?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/6936042915581531072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=6936042915581531072&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6936042915581531072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6936042915581531072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-taking-time-leads-to-greater.html' title='When Taking Time Leads to Greater Things'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoddV9rQUPI/AAAAAAAAAD4/kDM232uuROk/s72-c/DSC00102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-6273898148007275099</id><published>2009-08-12T07:09:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T07:33:32.276+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoHjmQV-ufI/AAAAAAAAADg/K8loRhFe7uI/s1600-h/trust.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368822477164034546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoHjmQV-ufI/AAAAAAAAADg/K8loRhFe7uI/s320/trust.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been musing about trust recently. Not for any particular reason, just contemplating it and looking at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trust is something incredibly important to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It has to be the basis of any relationship I have, whether with a lover, friend or my children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I need to know that I can trust the people I love to not lie to me, and to do the best they know how within our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But even more important than trusting others, is the need to trust myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;For if I don't have faith in myself, how can I possibly have faith in another?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have to trust myself to do the right thing for the best life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have to believe that I'm always doing the right thing for myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;On the whole I'm pretty honest with myself - I may not shout out my weaknesses to the world, but I'm well aware of them all the same, and trying my best to work with them and turn them into strengths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If I deny that part of me, I'm saying those character traits are bad, and I don't believe that, they are a part of me, and I'm not bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We all have elements of light and dark within our personalities. The trick is to accept the dark, and treat yourself gently and with love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trust yourself to know what's best for you - you know yourself better than anyone else on this planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trust yourself to treat everyone you meet with the same care. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Develop a trusting relationship with yourself, so that you can build trust in your dealings with others. If you trust yourself and listen, you will be more aware if others are trying to do the wrong thing by you, and you can take steps to distance yourself from that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once you start listening to yourself and trusting your own voice, your confidence will soar and all sorts of wonderful things will start to happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trust me.&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/8846640584878037292-6273898148007275099?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/6273898148007275099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=6273898148007275099&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6273898148007275099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6273898148007275099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SoHjmQV-ufI/AAAAAAAAADg/K8loRhFe7uI/s72-c/trust.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-5767196141040669661</id><published>2009-08-10T08:36:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T08:52:52.024+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Take Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I am a woman, and a mother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That means I am always taking care of others. Which I like to do and it is my job as a mother after all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And you have probably heard this all before, but it's true: if you don't look after yourself, you can't do a decent job of taking care of your loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's so important I can't stress it enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;YOU are so important. To those who love you, you are their world. They rely on you, so it's your responsibility to make sure you are able to look after them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To do this you need to take time for you - not just every now and then, but every day. Yes, every single day. No excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If your significant other has a problem with you taking an hour out of each day for yourself, you might want to rethink the dynamics of your relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This is not about being selfish - it's about recharging. No-one can go for days on end without a break, so why should you be expected to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So take the time to do what is important to you, whether it be meditating, prayer or reading romance novels. It doesn't matter as long as &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;get something out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I would also add take 30 minutes a day for exercise...it's the best way I know to feel fantastic. Make it something you enjoy, that's easy to incorporate into your daily routine. It could be dancing around the living room with your toddlers or a brisk walk around the neighbourhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You don't have to go to the gym, there is a whole world out there where you can work out for free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The other thing that helps you to feel your best is a good diet. Fruit and vegetables, lean meats and wholegrains make a difference to your wellbeing. You feel lighter when you eat well, less stodgy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Take a moment to think. Who is looking after you? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;No-one?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then take charge of your own life and look after yourself. You will thank yourself a hundred times over for doing so. You will be happier and healthier and less stressed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-5767196141040669661?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/5767196141040669661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=5767196141040669661&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5767196141040669661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5767196141040669661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/take-care.html' title='Take Care'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3243196008100980817</id><published>2009-08-07T07:20:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T07:29:00.644+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Just for fun, I made a "mind movie" the other day.&lt;br /&gt;It works along the same lines as a vision board but more technological!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to make...and by it's very definition asks that you think about what you want in your life. I'm going to make more - this was a practise one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need more information on these you can go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mindmovies.com/creationkit10/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because I have no shame, you can watch my movie too if you are so inclined...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm2Cdjtj1Ek&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Dm2Cdjtj1Ek&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3243196008100980817?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3243196008100980817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3243196008100980817&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3243196008100980817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3243196008100980817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/just-for-fun-i-made-mind-movie-other.html' title='Wanting...'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3572062908089866791</id><published>2009-08-06T07:05:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:24:10.187+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Responsible, Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Snn4O1E3MUI/AAAAAAAAADY/C7eiUMyChkU/s1600-h/world-war-11-strong-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 246px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366593364637987138" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Snn4O1E3MUI/AAAAAAAAADY/C7eiUMyChkU/s320/world-war-11-strong-women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'm going through a phase right now. It's one that happens on a semi-regular basis with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's called "I don't care much about what you think."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That's people in general, not specifically you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let's face it, most people are out for themselves. Which is fair enough, I happen to put myself first too, because if I don't no-one else will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But every now and then, it kind of irritates me that folks are so self-involved that they couldn't give a hoot about what is happening with their friends, family and neighbours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It annoys me when individuals say what they want to make themselves feel better, and have no thought about the other person's feelings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;really &lt;/em&gt;irks me that people don't look after themselves (physically or emotionally) then expect those close to them to pick up the pieces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When these things start crowding in on me, I tend to take a step back and stay away from it. Perhaps I'm overly sensitive, but I believe that we need to take responsibility for everything we do, say and think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It isn't up to anyone else to make you or I feel good, only we can do that for ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Let go of blame. Forget thoughts of hate and revenge. They won't help you in the long run you know. Instead, think about what you can do to adjust your thinking, try and change the way you look at a situation, and remember that this is &lt;em&gt;your &lt;/em&gt;life, and you get to say what goes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Start creating your everyday in a manner befitting someone as amazing and individual as you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You can do it!&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/8846640584878037292-3572062908089866791?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3572062908089866791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3572062908089866791&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3572062908089866791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3572062908089866791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/responsible-me.html' title='Responsible, Me?'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Snn4O1E3MUI/AAAAAAAAADY/C7eiUMyChkU/s72-c/world-war-11-strong-women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-762005868654483024</id><published>2009-08-03T06:50:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T07:00:29.115+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Toughest Job of All</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Parenthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's incredibly hard, and incredibly rewarding.&lt;br /&gt;It's where tough love comes into it's own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a job you can't walk away from, no matter how much you need a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I have to say that the older my kids get, the better it gets.&lt;br /&gt;I put in the hard yards when they were little (oh boy did I!).&lt;br /&gt;Give me teenagers any day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My son is a delightful boy.&lt;br /&gt;My girls are intelligent and beautiful young women. We talk, we laugh and we cry together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It breaks my heart to see them hurting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard when your child learns so very young that life is short.&lt;br /&gt;It's not fair that teenagers need to attend their friend's funerals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my kids - I love you very much, all the time, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go tell your kids you love them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-762005868654483024?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/762005868654483024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=762005868654483024&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/762005868654483024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/762005868654483024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/08/toughest-job-of-all.html' title='The Toughest Job of All'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3630383565038370023</id><published>2009-07-23T07:29:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T09:25:05.424+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Do What You Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So what do you think of the "do what you love and the money will follow" line of thinking?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There are many thoughts on this, I know. And almost everyone will have a different answer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Here's my take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We pretty much all have to work, yes? (I have thoughts on this too but that's another post). So when you wake up every morning, how do you feel? Excited, happy and motivated?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Or sluggish and dreading the day ahead...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've been there. In fact I recently left a job purely because I hated it. I Itried to turn around my thinking in regards to the position, but I just couldn't do it. Every fibre of my being was against me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I believe in taking the time to listen to my inner self - she knows more about me than anyone else around! I don't believe in making myself miserable for a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And when it's just a job, then I can do without it. I can make the choice to go without the flashy stuff, because my inner well-being means more to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It has taken me some time to reach this stage, and my kids can be quite disagreeable with it. I take the stance, however, that it's not necessarily a bad thing for kids to not get everything they want!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To be perfectly honest with you, I would rather think outside the box on this one. I believe we are here to enjoy ourselves, not work ourselves into the ground because society says so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you enjoy your line of work, then life has more flow, and you are happier.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Why wouldn't you do what you love? Why would you continue to do what makes you miserable?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It differs for everyone. I wouldn't expect you to love the same things I do, and I also wouldn't expect you to judge the things I love to do. I'll afford you the same courtesy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Food for thought.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3630383565038370023?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3630383565038370023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3630383565038370023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3630383565038370023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3630383565038370023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-do-what-you-love.html' title='Just Do What You Love!'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-9069558603125251327</id><published>2009-07-22T07:07:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T07:37:32.140+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Self-Motivation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmY04c4gG0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5aowEhaMTU/s1600-h/CliffRunner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 211px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361030550861650754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmY04c4gG0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5aowEhaMTU/s320/CliffRunner.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;You know, I'm a pretty ordinary type of person. I'm not really "out there." I lead an ordinary lifestyle. More so than I would like actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;All over the internet, there are these exceptionally motivated people making bucket loads of money on a daily basis. At least that is what they would have you believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Honestly, if they are I think that is fantastic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;What I love most about the world wide web are the opportunities for sharing and learning. You can find out how to do pretty much anything you want. And I love the fact that these days, successful people are happy to share their "secrets to success" if you will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Like I say, I'm an ordinary girl and my motivation and enthusiasm waxes and wanes. But I have learned a few things over the years, and the older I get the more it all makes sense to me (I'm a slow learner!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So here's my version of the road to success...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Think. Long and hard. Think about what it is you really love to do. Work out what brings you joy. This could take a while - in my case years, but I think that's normal too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Plan. This involves more thinking. And lots of writing. And lots of scratching out and re-writing. Talk with your loved ones. If you don't plan, life just happens to you, and that's not usually a path to a fulfilling and joyous life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Take steps. Baby steps to start with if you need to. Look for information. Find others who do what you want to, or are where you want to be. Learn what they know. Go to school if that is what you need to do. Make every decision a part of your path to a joy-filled life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep moving toward and reviewing your goals. If you aren't moving forward then you're either standing still or going backwards, neither of which is a good thing. Constant thought about your goals brings them into focus and makes you more likely to achieve them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Keep thinking. Once you reach that first goal, you are going to want another and another. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It sounds simple doesn't it? And yet so many of us find it difficult to stay on track, we get discouraged and eventually give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I don't really know how to fix that, but I believe the more passion you have about your goals, the more likely you are to reach them. Which is why thinking long and hard about what you want is probably the most important step in my mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am currently following my own advice. I am at the baby steps stage. And I'm excited and passionate about it. I'm ready to thrive. Are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-9069558603125251327?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/9069558603125251327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=9069558603125251327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9069558603125251327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/9069558603125251327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/self-motivation.html' title='Self-Motivation'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmY04c4gG0I/AAAAAAAAADQ/d5aowEhaMTU/s72-c/CliffRunner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3149267348743235906</id><published>2009-07-20T07:08:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T07:33:10.673+10:00</updated><title type='text'>On Feeling Let Down and a Little Silly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmOQwOIK4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/MLudIq5PFkQ/s1600-h/disappointment.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360287139601507106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmOQwOIK4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/MLudIq5PFkQ/s320/disappointment.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;So, how do you cope with disappointment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Not heartwrenching, change your life stuff, but those little things that you really hoped would turn out great. The closing off of possibilities I suppose you could call it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Is it you that disappoints you, or is it other people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I have very recently had an experience with disappointment which has caused me to stop and think about what I project. About what I put "out there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;About exactly what I'm attracting &lt;em&gt;into &lt;/em&gt;my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Actually this disappointment has been ongoing for a while now, and that is because I'm the type of person who likes to hold onto things til the bitter end. Even when I can see it's not working for me. Something I would like to change in my personality, by the way (I'm working on it).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;After some thought, I realise that I chose to look for the possibilities only, rather than open my eyes to what &lt;em&gt;wasn't&lt;/em&gt; there. Isn't that a set-up for disappointment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I think that when something that seems full of promise sails into our lives, we need to take a little time to get to know it, rather than jumping on board all gung-ho. If we don't inspect the vessel, we could end up sinking in the middle of the ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I was lucky, I hadn't even made it out of the harbour before my boat capsized, but I could have been in way over my head had I been given the opportunity. Dangerous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;And how do I cope with all of this? By this - thinking about it, working out that it was me, not the person/situation. That didn't change, it was my hope for it that created my disappointment in it. By taking responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;The lesson I have learned:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Feel blessed at the joys that come into your life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Take the time to really look, not just at the possibilities, but at the lack of them too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Turn everything over in your mind slowly and more than once.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;If it's not what you want, walk away. Don't keep hoping the situation will "change" or "get better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;It is what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Be thankful for the lesson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-3149267348743235906?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3149267348743235906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3149267348743235906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3149267348743235906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3149267348743235906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-feeling-let-down-and-little-silly.html' title='On Feeling Let Down and a Little Silly'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SmOQwOIK4yI/AAAAAAAAADI/MLudIq5PFkQ/s72-c/disappointment.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-2153757286827674245</id><published>2009-07-17T11:15:00.007+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T08:41:48.352+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Post It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl_XZHZNGtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jo2WKUc0lnw/s1600-h/f9d3_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359238908075645650" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl_XZHZNGtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jo2WKUc0lnw/s320/f9d3_1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I've been thinking. You might have gathered that I like to think and you're right. I do it a lot, and it's something I'm very good at!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, this time I've been thinking about mail. As in letters in the post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't believe there are enough of them, and it's time to bring back the lost art of letter-writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wouldn't it be lovely to go to your mailbox and find a wonderfully pretty envelope with your name and address beautifully enscribed on the front? And when you open that envelope out slides a hand-written missive just for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Someone has cared enough to sit down and compose a letter. Someone has actually taken time out of their day to think of you and put their thoughts on paper. How nice that would be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Don't get me wrong my friends, I absolutely am a fan of email and text - as a matter of fact I prefer to communicate that way, but oh! There is just something about a letter. Something that stirs the soul a little, don't you think?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's very Jane Austen and a very mindful way to communicate - so for me that's double the reason to write.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And think of all the fun you can have searching out divine papers and delightful envelopes in which to enclose your little pieces of grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Have I convinced you yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-2153757286827674245?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/2153757286827674245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=2153757286827674245&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/2153757286827674245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/2153757286827674245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/post-it.html' title='Post It'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl_XZHZNGtI/AAAAAAAAADA/jo2WKUc0lnw/s72-c/f9d3_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3121892524156209809</id><published>2009-07-17T07:21:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T07:47:58.648+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Adventurous</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl-fvgKOYUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/90cBfld6pMI/s1600-h/excitement.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 219px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359177720029667650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl-fvgKOYUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/90cBfld6pMI/s320/excitement.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;There are many people in this world who know what it is they want to do with their lives, and good on them I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm not one of them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Actually, that isn't entirely true, I have found many things I love to do and am formulating plans for yet another passion. But it changes for me frequently, so maybe don't take me as an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;But the reality is, many of us muddle along for years, doing what is expected of us, before realising that there is more out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We get up five days a week and head off to the job we at best tolerate, at worst hate. We do this because everyone else does it so it must be the right thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;We do this because we are on automatic pilot. Because we aren't living mindfully. Because we have no idea who we are and what we want. Because we haven't thought about it. It all comes down to the same thing really. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;What we percieve as our safety net, our comfort zone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jjjalopy.com/category/blog/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;friend of mine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;asked me recently what I think about our comfort zones. Well JJ, here is what I think. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I think that we get entirely too comfortable for our own good. I think we need to shake things up a little. If you are the kind of person who shudders at the thought of something different, then you need to start small, but you need to do something! If you never try anything different, then how on earth will you ever discover what - or who - you really love? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm not advocating you quit your humdrum job and travel the world (although if you want to, go right ahead - or at least make plans and take steps.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Be an adventurer - even if on a small scale. Open your eyes, your heart and your mind. See what this amazing world has to offer you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Get passionate! Get lively! Get excited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Opportunities come to us from the least expected places. If you don't peek through the door, you will never find them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Be greedy - grab for those opportunities when they come along, and don't let them go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Stop worrying about what others think - my favourite quote ever: "What other people think of you is none of your business."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Create your own luck, and live your own life.&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/8846640584878037292-3121892524156209809?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3121892524156209809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3121892524156209809&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3121892524156209809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3121892524156209809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-adventurous.html' title='Get Adventurous'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl-fvgKOYUI/AAAAAAAAAC4/90cBfld6pMI/s72-c/excitement.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-8862849680454346161</id><published>2009-07-16T07:16:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T07:33:48.351+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl5K3N9W5mI/AAAAAAAAACw/5j42VGJecws/s1600-h/Retard+Nation+028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358802919117743714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl5K3N9W5mI/AAAAAAAAACw/5j42VGJecws/s320/Retard+Nation+028.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;An exercise in self-discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To know yourself is important don't you think? To be aware of your strengths and weaknesses. I think it's good to know, for only by knowing yourself, can you be the best you can be.&lt;br /&gt;I did this the other day, and you know it's harder than I thought - and I think I'm a person who knows myself quite well. After re-reading it, I notice I focused on all the positive mostly - not a bad thing, but there could be something in that, perhaps I avoid openly looking at the so-called negative traits of my personality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;See? You really do learn about yourself with this!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WHO AM I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My name is Suzie. I am 39 years old. Sometimes I feel a little lost, but this is what I know about myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strong and brave.&lt;br /&gt;Individual.&lt;br /&gt;Always learning.&lt;br /&gt;Changeable.&lt;br /&gt;Moody.&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent.&lt;br /&gt;Slightly crazy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Loving.&lt;br /&gt;Full of life.&lt;br /&gt;Motivated sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Lazy sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;Creative.&lt;br /&gt;Searching.&lt;br /&gt;Honest with myself.&lt;br /&gt;Sensual.&lt;br /&gt;Sporty.&lt;br /&gt;Studious.&lt;br /&gt;Lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;A strange sense of humour.&lt;br /&gt;An incredible imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Three kids.&lt;br /&gt;Unlimited potential.&lt;br /&gt;Talent.&lt;br /&gt;Everything I need.&lt;br /&gt;An open mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Like:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exercise.&lt;br /&gt;Food.&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping in.&lt;br /&gt;Laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Competition.&lt;br /&gt;Playing sport.&lt;br /&gt;Challenging myself.&lt;br /&gt;Learning new things.&lt;br /&gt;Reading.&lt;br /&gt;Shopping.&lt;br /&gt;Chemical-free living.&lt;br /&gt;Fabric. Fabric. Fabric.&lt;br /&gt;Gerberas.&lt;br /&gt;Baking.&lt;br /&gt;Being organised.&lt;br /&gt;Teaching people.&lt;br /&gt;Making pretty things.&lt;br /&gt;Spending time with my kids.&lt;br /&gt;My alone time.&lt;br /&gt;Running.&lt;br /&gt;Bushwalking.&lt;br /&gt;Hot air balloons.&lt;br /&gt;The theatre.&lt;br /&gt;Writing.&lt;br /&gt;Praise.&lt;br /&gt;Sparkly things.&lt;br /&gt;Netball.&lt;br /&gt;Honesty.&lt;br /&gt;Being crazy in love.&lt;br /&gt;Possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;Words.&lt;br /&gt;Classical music.&lt;br /&gt;Hip-hop!&lt;br /&gt;Helping people.&lt;br /&gt;Positivity.&lt;br /&gt;Gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;The internet.&lt;br /&gt;Friends.&lt;br /&gt;Singing.&lt;br /&gt;Seeing smart people doing things they love.&lt;br /&gt;Gene Kelly movies.&lt;br /&gt;Jane Austen.&lt;br /&gt;Using all my senses.&lt;br /&gt;Playing Scrabble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-8862849680454346161?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/8862849680454346161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=8862849680454346161&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8862849680454346161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8862849680454346161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/who-am-i.html' title='Who Am I?'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sl5K3N9W5mI/AAAAAAAAACw/5j42VGJecws/s72-c/Retard+Nation+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-7899403397295023587</id><published>2009-07-14T08:57:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T09:17:44.201+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;I have been musing of late, about the way we humans make things so difficult. We do this not just to ourselves, but worse, to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, it comes down to the way we treat people. I really don't understand why we can't be pleasant to each other. It doesn't take much effort and the rewards are so worth it!&lt;br /&gt;It isn't hard to tell the truth in a non-hurtful way. You know, if we were more honest with each other and ourselves, I think there would be a world-wide epidemic in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about all the times in your life when you have been hurt by someone - was it because that person told you the truth? Or was it because they withheld the truth from you, making you believe something that was not so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, the truth can sting, but it's quick and you can accept it and move on. When you are being fed untruths, or the reality is being kept from you, you can't make a decision based on fact. In a case like this, sometimes it's just better for your sanity to cut your losses and remove yourself from the situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust your instincts, they don't let you down. However, no matter what decision you end up making about any given person or situation, own it and be happy with it. Don't regret it, because our choices are the only things we have that are truly our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to you today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat others in a kindly manner.&lt;br /&gt;Keep your eyes and mind open.&lt;br /&gt;Trust in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Make your own decisions.&lt;br /&gt;Do everything with a loving intention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-7899403397295023587?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/7899403397295023587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=7899403397295023587&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7899403397295023587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7899403397295023587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-1751950372979441161</id><published>2009-07-13T07:56:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T08:01:19.602+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Tres Romantique</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlpcsC6Gx8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tMpu5WcayPk/s1600-h/romantic_restaurants_003p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 253px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357696618475210690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlpcsC6Gx8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tMpu5WcayPk/s320/romantic_restaurants_003p.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;As a woman, I find it can be all too easy to fall into a dull and dreary routine. Working, housework, children's commitments, the demands of everyday life. We allow ourselves to be so full of obligations and must-dos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we need to take time for ourselves, for if we don't take it, it will never be offered to us.There is more to life than running around doing everything for others.I am of the thinking that if we are not whole and happy, then the things we do for others only cause resentment and anger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets make our lives fulfilling and allow ourselves the luxury of time. Bring some love and romance into your life - by you and for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as romance goes, do we not put it all onto the shoulders of the man in our lives, and feel eternally disappointed when he fails to meet up to our expectations? On the whole, I have found, men aren't really a romantic bunch. It is us women who adore the trappings of what we perceive as romantic love. The flowers and chocolates, candlelight dinners etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my experience, men really like romance themselves, but would prefer if they didn't have to organise it. If you have a husband or partner that pampers and adores you on a regular basis, love and appreciate him madly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or you may be single, as I am, and craving some romance in your life. Just because there is no man around, does not mean you need to be deprived of those wonderful things that make you feel special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's how I put romance into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a bath with my favourite marshmallow bubbles. I light candles and lay back and let the warm water soothe all my cares away. Sometimes I have a glass of wine while I'm at it.The trick is to ensure you have everything you need. Fluffy towels. A robe to put on when you are dry. Make it so that you can just relax for as long as you need to. Then climb in and shut out the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner by candlelight. This is so easy to do, yet how many of us eat in front of the TV every night? Put your prettiest tablecloth on the table, bring out your "good" china and cutlery (why don't you use it everyday?), put some candles on the table and enjoy your food and any company you may have. Turn the TV off!&lt;br /&gt;You will be amazed at how enjoyable this is. It actually gives you space to think, without the onslaught of rubbish that is our usual dinner companion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love flowers? Just bring them home for yourself. If it is something that brightens your day everytime you look at them, why shouldn't you have them in your home all the time? It doesn't need to be an elaborate bouquet, you can pick up a sweet bunch of blooms from the supermarket. What does it matter where they came from - they are from you, for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you happen to get given some beautiful flowers, I guarantee you will still appreciate both the gift and the giver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I'm going to have wine and chocolate around, I make sure it's a good red wine that I will savour, and as for chocolate, Green &amp;amp; Black's Organic is my weapon of choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, putting romance into your life comes down to treating yourself to what it is that makes you feel good. It should be done on at least a weekly basis. If you have a special someone to share the romance with, all the better, but don't rely on someone else to bring you what you need into your life - and that doesn't just mean romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far better to provide for yourself, be happy now, and enjoy what you attract into your life when you are content with what you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-1751950372979441161?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/1751950372979441161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=1751950372979441161&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1751950372979441161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1751950372979441161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-woman-i-find-it-can-be-all-too-easy.html' title='Tres Romantique'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlpcsC6Gx8I/AAAAAAAAACQ/tMpu5WcayPk/s72-c/romantic_restaurants_003p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-1438502625006470530</id><published>2009-07-11T21:23:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T21:37:32.072+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Blast from the Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I was going through some files on my computer this evening and I came across this little gem, written some years ago. It made me laugh. Thought you might like a giggle too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;I have a secret. I want to be a writer. Not just any writer, but one of those humourous British types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only problem is, I’m not British. Nor do I think I’m particularly humourous. Funny word to look at, humourous. Humourous. Humourous. I’ve been reading too much about permaculture gardening. It reminds me of hummus. Oh, or is that the dip stuff? Never mind, I don’t think it really matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have decided to muse about the daily grind that is my life - because I can, and if no one ever wants to read it that’s fine. My kids will read it one day and realise they were right all along. Their mother really was a loony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They think these unkind thoughts about me, because I am into what is commonly called “New Age” stuff. You know, spirituality, meditation and all the associated loony things that go along with it. I am also a homemaker (I don’t profess to be a particularly good one, but I do try when I remember). I love to sew too. Not clothes or anything. Quilts and bags, and cushions and all those sweet things that go into making a house a home. I think maybe because my childhood was kind of disjointed (sorry Mum), I crave that perfect family life. Mom, Dad and two wholesome, well-behaved children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My reality is somewhat different. I have three children. The eldest has never met her father, and I haven’t seen him since she was one. The other two are from a ten year relationship (we might go into that a bit later), and I have recently come out of a 6 year relationship with an alcoholic. Don’t ask, it’s a long story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time I’m an optimist. A woman who used to be my neighbour told me sometimes I have negative thoughts. I’m aware of that, but really, I quite enjoy the occasional wallow in self-pity. I usually get over it within 24 hours. Mainly because it takes too much energy to feel sorry for myself for too long. I think I’m essentially lazy. I would love to be self- sufficient, and I plan to get things done, but then the computer beckons, or someone calls or drops in, and it all goes out the window. I have so many organisational websites saved into my favourites, you wouldn’t believe. I like to think they motivate me - and they do. Until I get off the computer. I have a sneaking suspicion I’m not the only one with this problem, otherwise there wouldn’t be so many&lt;br /&gt;sites dedicated to ridding the world of clutter, one closet at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two best friends, and a few others not so close. The ridiculous thing is, they haven’t met each other yet. I must get around to that, I think they would get on famously. Linda and Dianne. Both very practical, hard-working women, who have suffered through some awful stuff, and emerged out the other side, stronger and wiser for it. Without becoming bitter and twisted, which amazes me sometimes. We are all blonde. Scary. Di and I are Cancerians and Linda is a Pisces. All water signs and all emotional. But only if it’s warranted. I love them both to bits. They are my support, and I am theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have introduced myself, albeit superficially. Nice to meet you. As we travel along this road, you will learn more about who I am and what makes me tick. It seems supremely obnoxious to me, to think that my life is so damned interesting that anyone would want to read about it, but there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m going to be as obnoxious as I like. It’s my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;I'd still like to be a writer of some description but maybe not a humourous British type (am currently dabbling in chick porn, otherwise known as erotic literature!). My children are still convinced I'm a lunatic and I am still currently single (I did update that part by the way, as I didn't really think you needed to know just how silly my previous relationship was).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;My best friends are still the same and still damn wonderful people. I still spend far too much time on the computer with all the really cool kids - that's you guys :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#990000;"&gt;The more things change the more they stay the same it seems...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-1438502625006470530?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/1438502625006470530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=1438502625006470530&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1438502625006470530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/1438502625006470530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-was-going-through-some-files-on-my.html' title='A Blast from the Past'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-5896295902978230659</id><published>2009-07-11T10:10:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T10:12:09.250+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Benefits of Comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlfYvGHanxI/AAAAAAAAACA/dPj-_ABkT_U/s1600-h/romantic-bedroom-decor-lighting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356988585387663122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlfYvGHanxI/AAAAAAAAACA/dPj-_ABkT_U/s320/romantic-bedroom-decor-lighting.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Comfort.&lt;br /&gt;Being comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What comes to mind when you feel the word comfort? Allow yourself to turn the word over in your mind and take note of what images and feelings you get. Interesting exercise this, as it allows you to learn a little more about yourself, if you let it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, comfort means feeling safe and happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A big bed piled with pillows and blankets and throws.&lt;br /&gt;Snuggling under a quilt on a winter's day with my daughters watching a much-loved movie.&lt;br /&gt;A steaming hot cup of tea and a good book - most likely in that bed again.&lt;br /&gt;A long phone conversation with a good friend.&lt;br /&gt;A home-cooked meal enjoyed as a family.&lt;br /&gt;Photos of my kids.&lt;br /&gt;A new book by a favourite author - or just a favourite book.&lt;br /&gt;Piles of freshly washed and folded laundry waiting to be put away.&lt;br /&gt;A drawer full of prettily scented and ironed tea towels (this is where you start to get an idea of my strange little habits).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that we all need comfort in our lives. I'm not talking about the comfort zone here - that is a whole other post - but actual, physical comforts.&lt;br /&gt;The things we do that give us the feeling of "life doesn't get much better than this."&lt;br /&gt;Or the things we turn to when we need reminding that this too shall pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are rituals we bring into our lives to soothe our souls. They are intensely personal and strikingly individual. It helps to be aware of both what they are, and the reasons we use them.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I want comfort because it's a cold and grey day. Sometimes I am sad. Sometimes I just need alone time to rejuvenate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we become aware of our comforts, then we know that when we crave them, we are mindful of them. We know then that we need to be comforted, that there is something not quite right within our world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stop just doing and become a thoughtful being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is less drift and more direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leads to more comfort within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-5896295902978230659?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/5896295902978230659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=5896295902978230659&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5896295902978230659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5896295902978230659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/benefits-of-comfort_11.html' title='The Benefits of Comfort'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlfYvGHanxI/AAAAAAAAACA/dPj-_ABkT_U/s72-c/romantic-bedroom-decor-lighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-6533868760300110067</id><published>2009-07-09T09:36:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T07:14:27.303+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='authenticity'/><title type='text'>Authentic - what does it mean to you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlZdFJlD3tI/AAAAAAAAABw/bEzGoEvJMlw/s1600-h/VargasPinup7.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356571149855874770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlZdFJlD3tI/AAAAAAAAABw/bEzGoEvJMlw/s320/VargasPinup7.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You read a lot about being authentic these days. Almost every self-help book has a chapter on it somewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But what does it mean really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Every person you ask will have a different answer to that question, but this is my blog so I'm going to share my perspective and experiences with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Throughout my school years, I was pretty much a nerd (there's those labels again). I was a bookworm, an academic. I was never labelled as a sporty type, but when I look back now, I was very sporty. I did athletics, netball, softball and orienteering - making the district teams for most of those sports. Funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Once I left school, I fell into a career in hospitality, which I loved. People are pretty great on the whole. Somewhere along the way, while I was still in my teens, I discovered crafts and became very interested in the self-sufficient lifestyle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I had my children fairly young, and that took me in a different direction again. I was a working mum, but I still had the interest in making things and living a very simple, and I guess wholesome, life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Over the years though, I veered away from the things that made me happy. There was no time, no money etc. Always plenty of excuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;One of the things I like about getting older is realising that you need to make yourself happy. You need to do the things that make you feel real - &lt;em&gt;authentic&lt;/em&gt; if you will. And it is by making time for the things you love that the feeling of joy becomes your reality on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;These days, I am trying to give up doing things that don't bring me joy.. I am learning to say no. I am realising that it's ok to be who I want to be. I don't have a lot of people in my life who understand me, but as long as they accept me that's ok. If they don't accept that this is who I am then gently they slip out of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So what am I doing these days then?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Funnily enough it is everything that was there all along - being active and exercise is important to me, I create and craft, I read &lt;em&gt;alot, &lt;/em&gt;I try to live a simple, mindful life. I appreciate everything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I no longer work in an office in a job I loathe. I'm no longer with a man just because I thought I couldn't look after myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;There comes a time in everyone's life where you have to make a decision - stay on the safe path or explore new territory, as scary as it might be. After getting off the path, I find that cutting my own way through the undergrowth of the forest isn't as scary as I thought it would be. It's hard work, yes. But it's more rewarding than I could imagine and brings more joy into my life than that safe, smooth and uninspiring concrete path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In the end, being authentic is, I think, about making choices. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;We are all where we are because of the choices we have made in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I believe it's time to take responsibility. To make choices based on who we are, not what the world expects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It's time to be authentic. Live &lt;em&gt;your own &lt;/em&gt;life, for you.&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/8846640584878037292-6533868760300110067?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/6533868760300110067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=6533868760300110067&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6533868760300110067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6533868760300110067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/authentic-what-does-it-mean-to-you.html' title='Authentic - what does it mean to you?'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlZdFJlD3tI/AAAAAAAAABw/bEzGoEvJMlw/s72-c/VargasPinup7.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-6183007093221916698</id><published>2009-07-09T06:47:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T07:04:40.105+10:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><title type='text'>On the Art of Patience...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlUJ3C6olJI/AAAAAAAAABo/hz713N2-wuM/s1600-h/babiesbreath.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 183px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 252px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356198173107328146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlUJ3C6olJI/AAAAAAAAABo/hz713N2-wuM/s320/babiesbreath.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Although I try not to, sometimes, usually when I'm not being mindful, I label myself.&lt;br /&gt;I've never been a girl into labels of any type, be they designer or personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, it has occurred to me that I have always thought of myself as someone with no patience. Granted, I'm not particularly fond of waiting - however I don't think I've met any people who enjoy that particular activity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention now that I have put a little thought into it, that when there is something I am interested in that isn't in my life to the degree I would like, I will wait.&lt;br /&gt;I may wish for it to manifest faster than it is, or spend more time thinking about it, but on the whole, I have to wait. There is no point in pushing too hard, because timing is paramount.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you not found that certain things or people appear in your life when you need them? You may not have even been aware you were waiting for them. Which is the nicest way to wait :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe we all have this gift for patience. If we want something that much, we don't stop wanting it in our lives just because it hasn't arrived yet - the house, the lover, the job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because your dreams haven't come to you, is no reason at all to give up on them.&lt;br /&gt;Develop the gentle art of patience, keep dreaming and living and being the best person you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep working towards your field of dreams - like the voice says "if you build it they will come."&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/8846640584878037292-6183007093221916698?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/6183007093221916698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=6183007093221916698&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6183007093221916698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6183007093221916698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/on-art-of-patience.html' title='On the Art of Patience...'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlUJ3C6olJI/AAAAAAAAABo/hz713N2-wuM/s72-c/babiesbreath.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-8587134940390386718</id><published>2009-07-07T22:32:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T22:36:45.964+10:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unforgettable Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlNBSRcGY4I/AAAAAAAAABg/r4LYO7aB2Mg/s1600-h/unforgettable-women.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355696164048364418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlNBSRcGY4I/AAAAAAAAABg/r4LYO7aB2Mg/s320/unforgettable-women.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;WHAT MAKES A WOMAN UNFORGETTABLE?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I did but see her passing by,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I love her till I die"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one is sure to whom these haunting words were addressed. But one thing is certain: since the beginning of time there have been women like that, women who seem to have been born with a grace and charm that makes them live on forever in the hearts of those who know them.&lt;br /&gt;What makes them unforgettable? Why does one woman have this magic while others, though they are kind and attractive, pass and are gone? There is no easy answer. Yet if you query men (who should know) certain characteristics are mentioned again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex appeal, of course, most unforgettable women have; yet by itself it is not enough. Many of the memorable women of history retained their captivating charm in old age and kept the devoted attention of the men who had loved them in their youth. Beauty, certainly, does no harm, but some of the most intriguing women have not been beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the most universal answer is that the unforgettable woman is warm and responsive. In my own informal poll three out of four men thought that responsiveness was what indeared a woman to them most of all. "There are people," said the brilliant French essayist, Raoul de Roussey de Sales, "who transmit to others their particular emotional atmosphere; who show you how to love, to suffer, to be happy, to laugh at the humorous things in life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable woman is like that. You know that she is aware of you. Her mind is hospitable to your ideas, her heart to your joys and sorrows. She is not an onlooker of life. On the contrary, she is in the middle of it. She cares; things happen to her; she happens to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything a man does with such a woman becomes a memory. Because she was delighted, intrigued, curious...he remembers the morning he took her to the Fisherman's Market for breakfast; because she made it fun to walk in the rain the night the car broke down, he remembers her every time it the reain falls. She can eat happily in a rowboat or in the most exclusive restaurant. "She belongs to the moment she is in," said a stockbroker. "She gives herself to the thing she is doing." Almost all greatly loved women have had this quality of joy in the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she is responsive, the unforgettable woman has a genius for discovering what is worthwhile in another person. This one is witty, but his shyness prevents people from knowing it. She sparks that wit and sets if flowing. Under a hard-boiled exterior, this other one is a dreaming idealist. The responsive woman comes quietly on this hidden bloom and rejoices in it.&lt;br /&gt;Paradoxically, the unforgettable woman has a deep core of "aloneness." She is a person in her own right. She is not lost in the crowd, and this is not to say that she stands out as the life of the party. It is rather that she has a sense of serenity and personal security, that some of her joys are inward, that she has a satisfying existence in her own mind and imagination. This integrity and inward richness keeps such a woman from any slavish desire to please. It gives her a wonderful simplicity and protects her from fussiness and pettiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unforgettable woman is also feminine, but she is not necessarily assertive about it. Recently a young dance instructor, who sees hundreds of women a year, make a remark that struck me as illuminating. "The woman who keeps pushing her femininity isn't really feminine at all," he said. "The really feminine woman isn't proving anything. She isn't always getting into the conversation. She doesn't try to make you notice her and her clothes. It's just that when you are with her you feel like a man."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other men agree. This feeling, they say, is induced by the fact that the very womanly woman has a tenderness for a man. She never thinks of herself as engaged in a hand-to-hand struggle to get what is coming to her. She likes men, respects and admires what they are trying to achieve, hopes to make them happy. It is not sexual prowess or a fawning helplessness or the ability to wear clothes that makes a woman feminine, but tenderness and concern and the willingness to sacrifice for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must the unforgettable woman be intelligent? "Yes," say an astonishing number of men. Intelligence can flower into a rich and mellow wisdom, a magic something that helps us get the most our of the world we live in; or it can be a weapon with which to destroy. If a woman's intelligence is the whetstone on which she hones the little barbs that destroy a man, she'll be unforgettable all right-but not in a way that can give her much joy. But if her intelligence is an adjunct to the subtler understanding of the heart; if it helps her to build a bridge between a man's thought and hers; if, when he talks to her, he finds himself thinking more brilliantly and profoundly that is his wont, then he will remember her with warmth and delight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? Victorian though it may sound, a woman is unforgettable because she is good. To be sure, some very unvirtuous ladies, both free with their favours and stingy with their love, have lodged themselves in men's minds. But, to an astonishing degree, the women who have lived in history as unforgettable have been "good" women not always conventional, perhaps, but honourable, loving, courageous and generous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed, the woman who lacks these qualities has a short tenure on charm, for goodness is more imperishably beautiful than anything else. Pettiness and hatred, meanness and greed take very little time to inscribe their unlovely handiwork on a woman's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the unforgettable woman makes other people feel larger than life. She gives a man the sense of being more than he thought he was, leads him further than he thought he could go. "When you're with a woman you really know and trust," said a thoughtful acquaintance, "you say and do things you've always wanted but somehow couldn't bring yourself to say and do with your everyday friends. In the end, the most unforgettable woman is the one who leads the spirit out of its hiding place."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not many women can blaze through the pages of their time bright in the memory of thousands of people. But every woman could be unforgettable to the man who loved and chose her. For the woman a man remembers in the end is the woman he needs, the one who comforts, the one who can give him security and fruitful experience. And the more a woman seeks to live naturally by the best of herself, the more she loves, the more gentle she is in her life, the warmer her responsiveness, the more she will be the woman needed and, therefore, the woman unforgettable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Ardis Whitman&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/8846640584878037292-8587134940390386718?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/8587134940390386718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=8587134940390386718&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8587134940390386718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/8587134940390386718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforgettable-woman.html' title='The Unforgettable Woman'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlNBSRcGY4I/AAAAAAAAABg/r4LYO7aB2Mg/s72-c/unforgettable-women.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-5898627048039590090</id><published>2009-07-06T11:45:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T12:02:49.508+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlFa6X8rKuI/AAAAAAAAABY/RnRtCUfsLuA/s1600-h/comfort-in-solitude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 186px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355161390827645666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlFa6X8rKuI/AAAAAAAAABY/RnRtCUfsLuA/s320/comfort-in-solitude.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;I hold this to be the highest task of a bond between two people: that each should stand guard over the solitude of the other. For, if it lies in the nature of indifference and of the crowd to recognise no solitude, then love and friendship are there for the purpose of continually providing the opportunity for solitude. And only those are the true sharings which rhythmically interrupt periods of deep isolation....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Rainier Maria Rilke&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now all that remains is to continue on my search for those who believe that this is so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Print "Comfort In Solitude" Available at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freespiritart.com/figures-art.php"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;FreeSpiritArt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/8846640584878037292-5898627048039590090?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/5898627048039590090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=5898627048039590090&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5898627048039590090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/5898627048039590090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SlFa6X8rKuI/AAAAAAAAABY/RnRtCUfsLuA/s72-c/comfort-in-solitude.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-753916498881355230</id><published>2009-07-05T18:42:00.003+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T18:57:11.591+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been thinking recently (a dangerous thing), about how we put our friends and family into boxes so that we can be comfortable with who they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;About how we put ourselves into boxes because that is what others expect of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You know what? I don't want to be in a box of my own, or anyone else's creating. Do you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Our friends and family are usually full of the best intentions, but sometimes you have to be brave and do what feels right for you, even if all around you are telling you how bad it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If you have no support for what you want to do, get out and find some. There are resources everywhere, for everything. You only need to look on the internet and you can quickly and easily connect with like-minded souls. People who have been where you are, and are more than willing to offer advice and support as and when you need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;If we don't take risks and tear down our boxes, we are living a life half full. A little danger and fear can be good for you - it gets the adrenaline pumping and gets you motivated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You need to figure out what it is that makes you feel alive and take steps to live it. You want to feel that every single day of your life - the glow of being true to yourself and doing what you want to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;One small step at a time equals big changes over the course of a year - or you can do what I do and leap without looking and make it up as you go along! Life without a safety net :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Trust in yourself - you know what's best for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And when you trust yourself, you know there will always be someone willing to believe in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-753916498881355230?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/753916498881355230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=753916498881355230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/753916498881355230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/753916498881355230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-have-been-thinking-recently-dangerous.html' title='Breaking Out'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-7335125041792821647</id><published>2009-07-04T10:35:00.005+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T10:56:26.225+10:00</updated><title type='text'>A Recipe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sk6kPN-FJMI/AAAAAAAAABI/44W9M0G2nlk/s1600-h/1.7.09+006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354397588345136322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sk6kPN-FJMI/AAAAAAAAABI/44W9M0G2nlk/s320/1.7.09+006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The other day I wanted to make cupcakes. Actually Miss Brooklyn wanted to make them but she is notoriously bad at cooking - never reads the recipes properly and usually leaves out some vital step or ingredient...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Anyway, I googled cupcake recipes and came across this one from the Crabapple Bakery which I thought I would share with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crabapple Bakery Vanilla Cupcakes&lt;/strong&gt; - makes 24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2 &amp;amp; 3/4 cups flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;2 tsp baking powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;200g unsalted butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1 &amp;amp; 3/4 cups caster sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;4 eggs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1 tblsp vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Preheat oven to 170c and line muffin tins with papers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Sift together flour and baking powder. Beat butter for 1 - 2 minutes until creamy. Add caster sugar 1/3 at a time, beating for 2 minutes after each addition. After last addition beat until light and fluffy and the sugar is almost dissolved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Add eggs one at a time, beating for 1 minute after each egg until the mixture is light and fluffy. Add vanilla and beat until combined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Add 1/3 of the flour to the creamed mixture and beat on low speed until combined. Add half of the milk and beat. Repeat. Add the remailing flour and combine. Do not overbeat or mixture will toughen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Fill patty pans 3/4 full and bake for 1-20 minutes. Cool for 30 minutes before frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Butter Frosting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;220g unsalted butter, softened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1/2 cup milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;1 tblsp vanilla extract&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;8 cups icing sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Note: I halved these amounts and it was more than sufficient for 24 large cupcakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Cream butter for 1-2 minutes. Add milk, vanilla and half the sifted icing sugar and beat for at least 3 minutes until light and fluffy. Add the remaining icing sugar and beat for a further 3 minutes and until mixture is a spreadable consistency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;Ice and decorate to your liking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;These cupcakes were extremely good and didn't last long at all in our house!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sk6nl89iq_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DYcjeHFwPmU/s1600-h/1.7.09+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354401277451348978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sk6nl89iq_I/AAAAAAAAABQ/DYcjeHFwPmU/s320/1.7.09+005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-7335125041792821647?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/7335125041792821647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=7335125041792821647&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7335125041792821647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/7335125041792821647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/recipe.html' title='A Recipe'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/Sk6kPN-FJMI/AAAAAAAAABI/44W9M0G2nlk/s72-c/1.7.09+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-4436998105651844957</id><published>2009-07-01T22:55:00.002+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:01:50.557+10:00</updated><title type='text'>An Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;To be completely honest with you Dear Reader, I haven't really thought about what direction Seaside Magic will head in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The basic mission of this blog is to encourage the search of beauty in the everyday. As much for me as for you, because sometimes I get bogged down in the minutiae of the daily grind and forget to open my eyes to the romance that surrounds me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The how may change often though, because I am a mercurial, flighty creature who adores change and constantly pushes for new and exciting things.&lt;br /&gt;This means I am versed in many different arts, including soap making, cooking, sewing, embroidery, painting and a mish-mash of other mediums. I will endeavour to provide documented evidence of some of these as we travel along our way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journal finds me at a time where I am re-discovering the essence of what is me. I am single, with teenage children, which presents it's own set of challenges. However, I find I am feeling more free than ever before in my life. Free to really let go and be. It's an empowering thing to experience. I am feeling less need to explain my decisions to anyone. When I say no, it's simply no. I have no need to justify. Maybe I am just growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is an interesting time for me, because I have a need to support my children, yet all I really ever want to do is be a homemaker. At heart I'm an old-fashioned girl and I really do love being at home and making it so cosy and comforting that no-one ever wants to leave. The children don't appreciate this as much as I'd like, but they will probably never leave home either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at present, this means working part-time, and creating the business side of Seaside Magic – the Etsy Shop, selling my creations and vintage and re-loved finds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I have introduced myself well enough, feel free to ask any questions you like at any time! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-4436998105651844957?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/4436998105651844957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=4436998105651844957&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/4436998105651844957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/4436998105651844957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/07/introduction.html' title='An Introduction'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-6596560356702678100</id><published>2009-06-27T17:33:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T12:10:45.200+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Word Cloud</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Wordle: Seaside Magic" href="http://www.wordle.net/gallery/wrdl/972496/Seaside_Magic"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: #ddd 1px solid; BORDER-LEFT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-BOTTOM: 4px; PADDING-LEFT: 4px; WIDTH: 524px; PADDING-RIGHT: 4px; HEIGHT: 431px; BORDER-TOP: #ddd 1px solid; BORDER-RIGHT: #ddd 1px solid; PADDING-TOP: 4px" alt="Wordle: Seaside Magic" src="http://www.wordle.net/thumb/wrdl/972496/Seaside_Magic" width="576" height="221" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A word cloud of some of my favourite words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wordle.net/"&gt;Create your own.&lt;br /&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/8846640584878037292-6596560356702678100?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/6596560356702678100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=6596560356702678100&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6596560356702678100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/6596560356702678100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/06/word-cloud.html' title='Word Cloud'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8846640584878037292.post-3577054621833069893</id><published>2009-06-27T16:41:00.000+10:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T06:56:31.910+10:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SkXEbRuGDvI/AAAAAAAAABA/JfV6y-hZDmI/s1600-h/Seaside+View.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351899705091952370" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SkXEbRuGDvI/AAAAAAAAABA/JfV6y-hZDmI/s320/Seaside+View.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Welcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To old friends and new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that we can create some magic together in this little corner of the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I will share my thoughts, creations and inspirations with you in the hope that by doing so, we can all be inspired and motivated to make our world and our homes more beautiful and comforting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love to be surrounded by beauty and if I take the time to look, I can find it everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the faces of my children.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the slightly too long grass in the back yard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the flame of a candle burning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the bubbles as I wash the dishes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the smell of supper simmering on the stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the satisfaction of an arduous task finally done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In a tidy room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the controlled chaos of creativity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are so many opportinities to appreciate - I'm so glad to have you along on my new adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's make magic!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8846640584878037292-3577054621833069893?l=magicseaside.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/feeds/3577054621833069893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8846640584878037292&amp;postID=3577054621833069893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3577054621833069893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8846640584878037292/posts/default/3577054621833069893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicseaside.blogspot.com/2009/06/welcome.html' title='Welcome'/><author><name>Flossy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14958453332803480873</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/TM_M699SheI/AAAAAAAAAIY/hDHcLDLa6ec/S220/Pic+3.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxtbqi73Ir0/SkXEbRuGDvI/AAAAAAAAABA/JfV6y-hZDmI/s72-c/Seaside+View.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
