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I have found over the last couple of years that I have a certain ritual that I perform whenever I am doubting my place in this world.
     I actually go outside and stand on the street and look back at my house, my car, my life and I pause and realize just how fortunate that I am.
     Then I walk around it all and stop to take a good look out back.
       Deck needs work… trees need trimming… house needs paint… and I need fulfillment.  I sit or stand on my deck and bask in the exhilaration of uncertainty.
        Then I go inside and look at some of the pictures on the wall… listen to some familiar music… soak in some of the memories… and suddenly I have refound my fortune… and my home. 
          I usually think about staying inside more… working on my deck gradually… using the front door a lot… and then my two daughters walk through that same door and I am fulfilled until the next time.
 
 
 
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