The great Summer of 2012

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will the summer of 2012 be by design or by default?

Summer was, hands down, my favorite season while growing up in south central Pennsylvania. Winters, my least favorite. Not a fan of cold or grey (skies). As events in our lives unfold, we discover things about ourselves that we may not have known, for decades. How is that possible? Easy. We slowly stop exploring.

I’m proposing, if only to myself, that the Summer of 2012 becomes our greatest Summer ever.

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PS. Finally figured out I’m solar powered – palm trees and sunshine make me smile.

Can A Prolific Blogger Take A Writing Vacation?

jeff noel is on a writer's vacation

That’s what it feels like right now, a writer’s vacation. The intent as noble as ever. More so even. The process to get it done? Discovering it one new day at a time. I’m lovin’ it!

(reminder: please don’t let Mid Life Celebration’s blogs and their likeness of a one-way conversation keep you from missing the point…in this post, for example, jeff noel is really saying, “What’s your important thing you’re experimenting with? Are you loving it?”)

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The Art of Compromise

It's Who You Know
It's Who You Know

Heard this phrase the other night, probably on the TV as I was walking though a room, and I wrote it down.

“The art of compromise.”

We can take guesses as to what this means, or we can simply make up our own meaning. That’s what I did, and came up with five different ways:

  1. Compromising our mind, intellect
  2. Compromising our body, health
  3. Compromising our spirit, faith
  4. Compromising our money, career
  5. Compromising just about everything, CEO of Me, Inc.

The comment’s intent targeted the Senators power to say “no” to President Obama – relationships and the passing of President Obama’s Health Care Bill.

Some Senators held their vote until they got a really good deal for their state. This had people debating it’s fairness, and the Senator’s enormous power to say, “No.”

At the end of the day, it’s really about relationships and who you know.

Or maybe, just maybe, it’s about who you no.