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One Of The Very Few Reasons I Had Any Respect For My Mother When I Was Thirteen Was Because She Would Reach Into The Sink With Her Bare Hands - Bare Hands - And Pick Up That Lethal Gunk And Drop It Into The Garbage. To Top That, I Saw Her Reach Into The Wet Garbage Bag And Fish Around In There Looking For A Lost Teaspoon. Bare Hands - A Kind Of Mad Courage.

Making A Living And Having A Life Are Not The Same Thing. Making A Living And Making A Life That's Worthwhile Are Not The Same Thing. Living The Good Life And Living A Good Life Are Not The Same Thing. A Job Title Doesn't Even Come Close To Answering The Question. "what Do You Do?".

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

This Is An Exercise In Power - The Power Of Mind Over Matter. If You Don't Mind Being Inadequate, It Doesn't Matter.

Just When You Thought That You Already Learned The Way How To Live, Life Changes - And You're Left The Same As You Begun.