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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description></description><title>FOR THE ROSES</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @fortheroses)</generator><link>http://fortheroses.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Photosynthesis</title><description>&lt;p&gt;When I was in college, my grandfather sent me a check every month.  In the memo line he always scrawled &amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;For the Roses&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#8221;  It was his short hand way of calling attention to a much longer message he&amp;#8217;d imparted many times, &amp;#8220;&lt;em&gt;don&amp;#8217;t forget to stop and smell the roses&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;#8221;  In other words&amp;#8230; take a moment to enjoy your life.  A pretty tall order for an overcommitted, overachieving,  type-a college student.  &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And yet, I am nothing if not a conscientious rule follower.  So, I found little ways to step outside of my usual serious and focused demeanor to seek out &amp;#8220;fun.&amp;#8221;  Midnight trips with a friend to the grocery store for chocolate covered donuts. Elaborate holiday decorations in my dorm hallways each December.  A road trip now and then.  I cannot sit here today and account for every penny I received.  However, I can tell you that little by little, I did begin to shed some of my linear thinking about getting THINGS done. If you are like me, you know what I mean by THINGS.  And if not - don&amp;#8217;t worry, I&amp;#8217;ll get to them in another post. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Speaking of future posts, let me clarify my intent for this blog.  Sadly, sometime between college graduation and now (&lt;strike&gt;has it really been 13 years?&lt;/strike&gt;?) , I lost sight of those roses. Most of the time, I&amp;#8217;ve either forgotten that they exist or have decided that they don&amp;#8217;t matter.  If I&amp;#8217;m honest about it, I think I stopped paying attention altogether about 18 months ago. And along with them, bits and pieces of myself that I really used to like.  So, I&amp;#8217;ve decided to rekindle my relationship with these metaphorical roses and see where they take me (and blog about it on the way). &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;A few disclosures: &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;1) I&amp;#8217;m a mom so you can expect me to tell stories and share the occasional picture or video of my little guy. &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;2) I&amp;#8217;m not the funniest person you&amp;#8217;ll ever meet, but I try and I&amp;#8217;m usually more successful at humor when I&amp;#8217;m writing.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;3) This is only my second attempt at a blog - - the first was written when I was pregnant and had a heck of a lot more time on my hands.  So please - go easy on me!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;4) I actually really don&amp;#8217;t like roses all that much&amp;#8230; more on that later too. &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://fortheroses.tumblr.com/post/25694349776</link><guid>http://fortheroses.tumblr.com/post/25694349776</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jun 2012 23:47:16 -0400</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
