April 30th, 2013
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This past weekend I was determined to slow down and take myself out of being in a state of constant hurry.

There is a time when quiet is needed.

A time to dare to dream.  A time to dare to just veg out.

Instead of picking up the newspaper first thing in the morning and digesting the day’s hard hitting news with a cup of freshly made hot tea, I sat for about an hour and read a book of fiction.  It was great!  I went back to the newspaper much later in the day.
Loosing myself in my book was just what I needed; to mentally go someplace with someone I imagine I know.
When I was finished reading, I went through a pile of magazines and newsletters I received in the mail during the week that I hadn’t had a chance to really explore.  Within one of the newsletters was this timely short essay on savoring life and all it has to offer us.
After you read it, maybe you will decide to do something different today!

Do You Dare?
By Nadine Stair

If I had my life to live over, I’d dare to make more mistakes next time.  I’d relax.  I’d limber up.

I would be sillier than I had been this trip.

I would take fewer things seriously. 

I would take more chances.

I would take more trips. 

I would climb more mountains and swim more rivers.

I would eat more ice cream and less beans. 

I would perhaps have more actual troubles, but I’d have fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I’m one of those people who live sensibly and sanely hour after hour, day after day.  Oh, I’ve had my moments, and if I had it to do again, I’d have more of them.  In fact, I’d try to have nothing else. 
Just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of each day.  I’ve been one of those persons who never goes anywhere without a thermometer, a water bottle, a raincoat, or a parachute.  If I had it to do over again, I’d travel lighter than I have.
If I had my life to live over, I would start barefoot earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall. 

I would go to more dances.

I would ride more merry-go-rounds. 

 I would pick more daisies.

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