We are not born fully formed. We need time to become the person we are meant to be.
We are not born fully formed. We need time to become the person we are meant to be.
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And hopefully never stop growing (not physically, mind… 😉 )
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I never want to stop learning, stop laughing or stop living!
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I think the moment we do is when we stop living! So laugh and learn on, my friend!
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Hopefully we remain a work in progress, Pam. Thanks for starting us off this week in the right direction.
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Hopefully my work is never done!
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oh do we ever –
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And some people never seem to have enough time…
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We are all works in progress until the day we die. Some of us progress better than others. Each step in the right direction brings us closer to being who we’re meant to be.
Ginger
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Oh, I love that Ginger! That is exactly how I feel.
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And for humans, it takes some time – and (as Dale stated), hopefully one doesn’t stop growing.
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Most of us get there… Eventually.
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Sometimes a lifetime!
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Always!
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I’m with you there, Pamela. I still love Learning, Loving and Living. The three Ls. xxx
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Best three I can think of!
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Ooh, still more mud pies to make 😂 🤣
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Be sure to add spices!
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So true! The minute one thinks they are “fully grown” then it is the death knell of learning and knowledge. Which is a pity as one becomes obsolete.
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If you are obsolete in one area, reinvent! I plan to go out kicking and screaming and making a fuss. A damn big one!
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You are the epitome of life!
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Oh…say..about 100 lifetimes? 😉
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I am a slow learner…
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🙂
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