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Deep Thoughts

Happiness is about managing expectations. Expectations you have for yourself. Expectations you have for others. Expectations others have for you. (credit goes to a friend at work)

The beauty of travel is that at the mere mention of a city you've visited, your mind instantly creates a picture of that time there. (credit goes to a longtime friend)

These two ideas and thoughts seem to have been the most poignant for me over the past little while and I wanted to share them with you. Share with you the types of things that are rolling around in my head.

The summer is coming to a close and with it, I anticipate some breathing space in the world that is busyness. Some reflection time in the cool fall air. Some more energy put towards experiencing and less towards maintaining.

More time for the rose smelling, and the bird-chirping-listening. Simplification. Although it may be hard for people to understand but there is still a period of understanding, decompressing, computing, reflecting over what the course of the last 6 years has done for me.

In every life I think there needs to be room for taking a step back and really understanding what it is that makes this life worth living. And though it sounds grandiose and far too poetic for its own good, I mean it only that everyone should pause, stop, think and really really try to understand themselves and others.

How does this puzzle pan out? I think I need to stop and try to figure it out, without Blackberrys or cell phones, or iPods or Facebook or (gasp) maybe even Blogger.

Just today's deep thoughts. Only just todays.

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