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	<title>Comments on: Live for the Moment</title>
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		<title>By: Jodi</title>
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		<description>Good post, Sarah. I remember when I lived in Silverlakes, my sister&#039;s house was always messy (having four kids terrorizing it day in and day out has that effect). But I LOVED being over there. Every day I would make excuses to walk into her house and just hang out. We&#039;d end up chatting and laughing over a cup of hot tea, or loudly singing songs on her karyoke machine. I guess the point is, when I&#039;m looking back on her house, I don&#039;t think about the dirty dishes, or the stained carpet, or the weeds in the backyard; I just think about all the good times we had and how warm and welcoming it always felt being over there. I myself am TRYING to be more relaxed when it comes to my not-so-ideal house, my old dirty car, etc., but it takes time to grow up and realize that material possessions are miniscule in the larger scope of life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Good post, Sarah. I remember when I lived in Silverlakes, my sister&#8217;s house was always messy (having four kids terrorizing it day in and day out has that effect). But I LOVED being over there. Every day I would make excuses to walk into her house and just hang out. We&#8217;d end up chatting and laughing over a cup of hot tea, or loudly singing songs on her karyoke machine. I guess the point is, when I&#8217;m looking back on her house, I don&#8217;t think about the dirty dishes, or the stained carpet, or the weeds in the backyard; I just think about all the good times we had and how warm and welcoming it always felt being over there. I myself am TRYING to be more relaxed when it comes to my not-so-ideal house, my old dirty car, etc., but it takes time to grow up and realize that material possessions are miniscule in the larger scope of life.</p>
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