<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337</id><updated>2012-01-25T00:24:52.067-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S THE LITTLE THINGS...</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog about spotting the little things that make me feel something.  So often life is spent in a bubble.  I want to burst that bubble!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-8717095842245135177</id><published>2011-02-22T11:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T11:32:50.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Taste and Smell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEXI4XvAIY0/TWPlKCXcVGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WW9_w1D4mLo/s1600/funny-pictures-guinea-pig-has-flavor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" j6="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEXI4XvAIY0/TWPlKCXcVGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WW9_w1D4mLo/s320/funny-pictures-guinea-pig-has-flavor.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a "little thing" to appreciate.&amp;nbsp; The taste and smell of an orange.&amp;nbsp; Seriously!&amp;nbsp; Have you in recent days actually taken a moment to smell and taste your food?&amp;nbsp; Most often I'm rushing to the next thing and forget to enjoy the experience of eating.&amp;nbsp; I dare you to take a moment today to truly enjoy one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Using your senses enhance quality of life.&amp;nbsp; Taking a moment to enjoy that is a chance to make some happy.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-8717095842245135177?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8717095842245135177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=8717095842245135177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8717095842245135177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8717095842245135177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/taste-and-smell.html' title='Taste and Smell'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PEXI4XvAIY0/TWPlKCXcVGI/AAAAAAAAAhU/WW9_w1D4mLo/s72-c/funny-pictures-guinea-pig-has-flavor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-5103393238861964652</id><published>2011-02-16T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T12:23:18.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays &amp; Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qwk8yX7ZoI/TVwH-k8PgxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UnW_yn7avPA/s1600/birthday_candles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="118" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qwk8yX7ZoI/TVwH-k8PgxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UnW_yn7avPA/s320/birthday_candles.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had my big 4-0 party on Friday.&amp;nbsp; Loads of fun and many great friends showed up.&amp;nbsp; I felt loved and I will not take that for granted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had a visit from my father and step-mother.&amp;nbsp; They came to visit me around 4 1/2 years ago.&amp;nbsp; We've chatted a bit here and there, but to be honest I felt a little nervous about what we would do or talk about.&amp;nbsp; To my surprise, the visit was superb!&amp;nbsp; We had conversations, laughed, and generally had a good time.&amp;nbsp; This is a great step to building a more solid relationship with my father.&amp;nbsp; Things have been so distant and weird for so long.&amp;nbsp; I will be holding on to this weekend for a little while.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate the support and love sent your way&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;People and things change, be open to it&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-5103393238861964652?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5103393238861964652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=5103393238861964652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5103393238861964652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5103393238861964652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/birthdays-family.html' title='Birthdays &amp; Family'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Qwk8yX7ZoI/TVwH-k8PgxI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/UnW_yn7avPA/s72-c/birthday_candles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-6375479835905824000</id><published>2011-02-11T08:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T08:16:16.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctor Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kz59VooOg0/TVU2mGIfu7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/mt9NjiFODIA/s1600/love_doctor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="132" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kz59VooOg0/TVU2mGIfu7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/mt9NjiFODIA/s200/love_doctor.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Here's a surprise.&amp;nbsp; I set up my doctor's appointment for the middle of February for my big 4-0&amp;nbsp; check-up.&amp;nbsp; My doctor contacted me via email and suggested I move my appointment from Duke to her office in Southpoint to save money by avoiding a building fee.&amp;nbsp; One, a building fee?&amp;nbsp; Two, how awesome is she?&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that is a little thing to appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;People can surprise you.&amp;nbsp; Notice and appreciate.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-6375479835905824000?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6375479835905824000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=6375479835905824000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6375479835905824000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6375479835905824000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/doctor-love.html' title='Doctor Love'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4kz59VooOg0/TVU2mGIfu7I/AAAAAAAAAhM/mt9NjiFODIA/s72-c/love_doctor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-5270512115648891999</id><published>2011-02-08T07:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T07:19:32.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Half full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TVE0xgQE3nI/AAAAAAAAAhA/k9z-Tmsa7qw/s1600/300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" h5="true" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TVE0xgQE3nI/AAAAAAAAAhA/k9z-Tmsa7qw/s200/300.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Haven't been feeling very inspired, which is a lesson in itself.&amp;nbsp; The little things have been escaping me lately.&amp;nbsp; I believe this means I need to open my eyes and heart a little more.&amp;nbsp; With turning the big 4-0 this Sunday, I am paying more attention to what is in my life.&amp;nbsp; I just need to turn those focuses on what's positive.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my goal for this week is to find just one tiny little thing and let it in.&amp;nbsp; I'll let you know what I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to keep eyes peeled to the positive things.&amp;nbsp; So often we can get in the habit of focusing on then negative.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-5270512115648891999?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5270512115648891999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=5270512115648891999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5270512115648891999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5270512115648891999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/02/half-full.html' title='Half full'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TVE0xgQE3nI/AAAAAAAAAhA/k9z-Tmsa7qw/s72-c/300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-9017545529222917262</id><published>2011-01-25T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T08:46:00.042-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TT7UBmDSaII/AAAAAAAAAg4/6qmBkJRT70U/s1600/sunrise-in-gulfshores.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="149" s5="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TT7UBmDSaII/AAAAAAAAAg4/6qmBkJRT70U/s200/sunrise-in-gulfshores.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today is the first day of second semester classes and it has started out really well.&amp;nbsp; The nature of the course I'm teaching, Small Business Entrepreneurship (Honors), brings a certain&amp;nbsp;type of student and vibe.&amp;nbsp; I've had such a rough time of it with some behavior problems last semester that this is a nice break.&amp;nbsp; Makes me remember that in order to appreciate the positive things in our lives we need to negative.&amp;nbsp; If all was perfect all the time, we'd be bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson of the day:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate the good and bad, they both have their place in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-9017545529222917262?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9017545529222917262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=9017545529222917262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/9017545529222917262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/9017545529222917262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/first-day.html' title='First day'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TT7UBmDSaII/AAAAAAAAAg4/6qmBkJRT70U/s72-c/sunrise-in-gulfshores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-8886287117924437139</id><published>2011-01-13T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:33:33.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration from a Cartoonist</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TS7_HSEsoOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/1d8M0N3F97Y/s1600/we_glove_you_inspiration_cartoon_fingers_card-p1379078212972438193v7v_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TS7_HSEsoOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/1d8M0N3F97Y/s320/we_glove_you_inspiration_cartoon_fingers_card-p1379078212972438193v7v_400.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;For those that don't know, I teach an online class through LearnNC based out of UNC.&amp;nbsp; Most of the classes have been fairly routine with not much in the way of inspiration.&amp;nbsp; Today was different.&amp;nbsp; All students at the beginning of the course are to state three good things in the forums.&amp;nbsp; Today a student posted a story from Chicken Noodle Soup For The Soul.&amp;nbsp; The story spoke of a young man who was bit by the cartooning bug.&amp;nbsp; He loved drawing cartoons and wanted to pursue this as a career.&amp;nbsp; On a fluke he wrote a cartoonist about how to go about pursuing this goal.&amp;nbsp; To the young man's surprise the cartoonist replied and provided that information with some inspiration as well.&amp;nbsp; Years passed and the young man did get discouraged and quit.&amp;nbsp; Again on a fluke the cartoonist wrote the now older young man asking if he stuck to his dream.&amp;nbsp; This really inspired the man and he pursued his dream again to great success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reading this story, a number of students began replying with their own experiences.&amp;nbsp; It truly touched me and helped move me toward not just spotting the little things, but acting on them as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you students for inspiring me.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brian&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-8886287117924437139?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8886287117924437139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=8886287117924437139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8886287117924437139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8886287117924437139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/inspiration-from-cartoonist.html' title='Inspiration from a Cartoonist'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TS7_HSEsoOI/AAAAAAAAAg0/1d8M0N3F97Y/s72-c/we_glove_you_inspiration_cartoon_fingers_card-p1379078212972438193v7v_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3605772238212537632</id><published>2011-01-07T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-07T07:50:18.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drooooid!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TScL_nBx64I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eTYznAj4afI/s1600/lg-optimus-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TScL_nBx64I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eTYznAj4afI/s200/lg-optimus-s.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I have happily received a new phone after two years yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Super excited!&amp;nbsp; I know this isn't a huge deal for most and there are more important things going on in the world right now, but man, I love this phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;This is a little thing to appreciate and that's okay.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3605772238212537632?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3605772238212537632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3605772238212537632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3605772238212537632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3605772238212537632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/drooooid.html' title='Drooooid!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TScL_nBx64I/AAAAAAAAAgw/eTYznAj4afI/s72-c/lg-optimus-s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-1392838476109082436</id><published>2011-01-04T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T07:58:17.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TSMZWOosFTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/R6XJrHwwQYk/s1600/family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="298" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TSMZWOosFTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/R6XJrHwwQYk/s320/family.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Been off work during the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Spent most of the break laying around, playing video games and just being lazy.&amp;nbsp; Started to feel guilty about it toward the end of the break.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I did get to hang with my friends somewhat.&amp;nbsp; Seems that I appreciate friends and family more around the holidays.&amp;nbsp; Wish this is something I didn't take for granted most of the year.&amp;nbsp; Why do we do that?&amp;nbsp; The world would be a much better place if we valued those we spoke to on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; Guess life and personal dramas get in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take the time to listen and truly value the person I'm with at that moment.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-1392838476109082436?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1392838476109082436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=1392838476109082436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1392838476109082436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1392838476109082436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2011/01/listen.html' title='Listen...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TSMZWOosFTI/AAAAAAAAAgs/R6XJrHwwQYk/s72-c/family.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-6151566737226808342</id><published>2010-12-20T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T08:32:27.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes or No to Tradition?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQ9a07-8-0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Gm_2CW25uy8/s1600/christmas-traditions-image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQ9a07-8-0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Gm_2CW25uy8/s200/christmas-traditions-image.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been having a discussion with my other half about Christmas dinner.&amp;nbsp; I want handmade dishes that require a bit more work and my other half wants easy dishes.&amp;nbsp; There's good reason for both.&amp;nbsp; The easy dishes give you more time to play with your new presents, but the homemade dishes can ignite tradition and a sense of home.&amp;nbsp; I guess my point is that tradition is missing in much of today's families.&amp;nbsp; I crave tradition more because I grew up in a military family where everything changed so often that any kind of repetitive family moments are welcomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little thing moment is that making an extra effort makes the "little thing" happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Respect tradition and if you don't have one.&amp;nbsp; Make it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-6151566737226808342?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6151566737226808342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=6151566737226808342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6151566737226808342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6151566737226808342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/yes-or-no-to-tradition.html' title='Yes or No to Tradition?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQ9a07-8-0I/AAAAAAAAAgg/Gm_2CW25uy8/s72-c/christmas-traditions-image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-5076457498505341503</id><published>2010-12-15T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T11:06:09.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQjnSm8s82I/AAAAAAAAAgc/VZqS4_Oje5E/s1600/lastunicorns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQjnSm8s82I/AAAAAAAAAgc/VZqS4_Oje5E/s320/lastunicorns.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Last night I performed with my group &lt;a href="http://www.thelastunicorns.com/"&gt;The Last Unicorns&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Really Special People and CHIPs also played.&amp;nbsp; Was a really fun night.&amp;nbsp; My "little thing" moment was sitting in one of the booths with a big group of friends.&amp;nbsp; We were all laughing and picking on each other.&amp;nbsp; At one moment I stepped outside myself and saw the experience from the bigger picture.&amp;nbsp; These people and I choose to spend our precious moments together.&amp;nbsp; That is truly a gift.&amp;nbsp; I'm so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take those precious moments and appreciate them.&amp;nbsp; These are the moments that define you as a person and who you are to those around you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-5076457498505341503?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5076457498505341503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=5076457498505341503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5076457498505341503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5076457498505341503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQjnSm8s82I/AAAAAAAAAgc/VZqS4_Oje5E/s72-c/lastunicorns.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-48068665080651179</id><published>2010-12-10T11:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:09:07.881-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking from the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQJQkclR4BI/AAAAAAAAAgY/N0lKHtf6Hxk/s1600/cry.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="185" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQJQkclR4BI/AAAAAAAAAgY/N0lKHtf6Hxk/s200/cry.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A couple of young female students stayed in my room for lunch yesterday.&amp;nbsp; These are two of my 2nd block students.&amp;nbsp; They are always spot-on with their work and do some real critical thinking.&amp;nbsp; I struggle to get any student to do that!&amp;nbsp; They are also saying how much they love the class and come in as forces of nature with a positive twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to them talk I felt a twinge of paternal instinct come on and I had to tell them how much I respect them and appreciate who they are as people.&amp;nbsp; They both became bumbling sweeties of appreciation.&amp;nbsp; One had tears in her eyes.&amp;nbsp; Felt good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even though someone might think you're a big ole softie, tell them how you feel.&amp;nbsp; Could really make someone's day.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-48068665080651179?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/48068665080651179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=48068665080651179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/48068665080651179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/48068665080651179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/speaking-from-heart.html' title='Speaking from the heart'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQJQkclR4BI/AAAAAAAAAgY/N0lKHtf6Hxk/s72-c/cry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-2052882307232430415</id><published>2010-12-09T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:05:12.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in a name?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQD-Jx4Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/a7ecdWbOxpQ/s1600/husbanGpx_468x303.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" n4="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQD-Jx4Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/a7ecdWbOxpQ/s320/husbanGpx_468x303.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;So last night I went to my improv coaching gig with a fresh long form improv team called, Hang in Their Baby.&amp;nbsp; I was really tired, but it was worth it.&amp;nbsp; Watching a group of people let loose and create is a great experience.&amp;nbsp; My golden moment was stopping a scene (which I hate to do) telling a performer to adopt a male NYC chauvinist attitude.&amp;nbsp; He blossomed!&amp;nbsp; He took that character and began responding more freely than he ever has before.&amp;nbsp; It was the first time I've ever seen him perform that well.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping someone achieve goal instead of chastising them should be the goal.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping people feels good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-2052882307232430415?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2052882307232430415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=2052882307232430415' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2052882307232430415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2052882307232430415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a name?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TQD-Jx4Vq1I/AAAAAAAAAgU/a7ecdWbOxpQ/s72-c/husbanGpx_468x303.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-1188964345516950204</id><published>2010-12-06T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T10:04:53.948-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's positive about having the flu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPz7ijIfLjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oqNA1dcgvAk/s1600/chicken-noodle-soup_slideshow_image.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPz7ijIfLjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oqNA1dcgvAk/s200/chicken-noodle-soup_slideshow_image.jpg" width="160" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I've been sick with the flu this past week.&amp;nbsp; Coming back to the world of the living is taking a lot of energy, but I'm up for the task.&amp;nbsp; I'm sitting here considering what can I take as a positive learning experience from this.&amp;nbsp; The key thing that sticks out is how amazing and comforting my partner has been.&amp;nbsp; The moment I came home sick he grabbed me some Theraflu, wrapped me up in a blanket, and made everything quiet.&amp;nbsp; When I woke up he had made chicken noodle soup and grilled cheese sandwiches.&amp;nbsp; The next few days I received the same treatment and am truly grateful.&amp;nbsp; The key thing is even though I was sick I still said thank you.&amp;nbsp;That's important to me.&amp;nbsp; He needs to know I appreciate his effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat your loved ones with respect as they are the ones that will love you when you're at your worst.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-1188964345516950204?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1188964345516950204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=1188964345516950204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1188964345516950204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1188964345516950204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/12/whats-positive-about-having-flu.html' title='What&apos;s positive about having the flu?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPz7ijIfLjI/AAAAAAAAAgA/oqNA1dcgvAk/s72-c/chicken-noodle-soup_slideshow_image.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7238843843807668881</id><published>2010-11-30T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:21:04.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Helping others</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPUWSvMz6QI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XCBvcdi9rtY/s1600/ma+and+me.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPUWSvMz6QI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XCBvcdi9rtY/s200/ma+and+me.jpg" width="155" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My mother is having a tough time financially, which kills me.&amp;nbsp; I want to help her out so badly.&amp;nbsp; I do what I can, but I would feel much more comfortable if she lived closer to home.&amp;nbsp; She wants to live here in Raleigh, but saving money is difficult right now.&amp;nbsp; I'm going to make it my goal to get her here.&amp;nbsp; Fact is she is the only person that knows me inside and out.&amp;nbsp; She knows all my little screw ups and darkness that has peeked out in the past and I know hers.&amp;nbsp; We chat about everything...and I mean everything.&amp;nbsp; Things weren't always great, but man am I grateful for our relationship now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appreciate the powerful relationships you have, cause life is short.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7238843843807668881?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7238843843807668881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7238843843807668881' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7238843843807668881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7238843843807668881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/helping-others.html' title='Helping others'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPUWSvMz6QI/AAAAAAAAAf8/XCBvcdi9rtY/s72-c/ma+and+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7706297802324019615</id><published>2010-11-29T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T11:25:00.282-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sounds of Silen...uh...Cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPPTvbpZVeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sdbZXjCo1sE/s1600/purring-kitty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" ox="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPPTvbpZVeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sdbZXjCo1sE/s200/purring-kitty.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I love the sound of a cat purring.&amp;nbsp; When petting my cat named Maddy, I can't help but put my ear close to her.&amp;nbsp; The sound just seems to calm me.&amp;nbsp; There is a science devoted to this.&amp;nbsp; Check out this site:&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://www.suite101.com/content/cat-purring-heals-humans-too-a301041"&gt;http://www.suite101.com/content/cat-purring-heals-humans-too-a301041&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Listen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7706297802324019615?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7706297802324019615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7706297802324019615' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7706297802324019615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7706297802324019615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/sounds-of-silenuhcats.html' title='The Sounds of Silen...uh...Cats'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TPPTvbpZVeI/AAAAAAAAAf4/sdbZXjCo1sE/s72-c/purring-kitty.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-5389813631469166125</id><published>2010-11-23T08:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-23T08:11:38.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Duh!  It really is the little things that count.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOu9bMLsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/qm-kl8SoTZI/s1600/Coffee%252520love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOu9bMLsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/qm-kl8SoTZI/s200/Coffee%252520love.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Every morning I wake to coffee being brewed and a love note.&amp;nbsp; How many folks in a relationship can admit to someone doing this for them every work day?&amp;nbsp; Problem is I don't think I say thank you enough, so when I get home today I'm going to give a big thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what other 'little things' I miss throughout the day?&amp;nbsp; Do I do enough 'little things'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do something wonderful for someone today, even if they don't see it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-5389813631469166125?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5389813631469166125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=5389813631469166125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5389813631469166125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5389813631469166125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/duh-it-really-is-little-things-that.html' title='Duh!  It really is the little things that count.'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOu9bMLsQ3I/AAAAAAAAAf0/qm-kl8SoTZI/s72-c/Coffee%252520love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3919373607177305464</id><published>2010-11-22T08:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T08:32:30.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing the Blues Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOpw2j3zLYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5xcKdB3KhZM/s1600/Singing_3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOpw2j3zLYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5xcKdB3KhZM/s200/Singing_3.jpg" width="146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend I performed with my musical group, &lt;a href="http://www.hotelprincipality.com/"&gt;Hotel Principality&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; This was the next to the last performance as I am taking a break for awhile.&amp;nbsp; I can honestly say I truly enjoyed the show.&amp;nbsp; When I'm singing, I pull from something in my soul.&amp;nbsp; I feel it deeply.&amp;nbsp; This doesn't happen with every song, but almost every show I have one song I feel a deep connection to.&amp;nbsp; I believe singing is something that is embedded in who I am as a person.&amp;nbsp; Don't get me wrong, I'm not some fantastic singer that could make a living at it.&amp;nbsp; But, I do feel it should somehow be a part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, most people have some part of themselves that wants to share their voice.&amp;nbsp; The next time you feel it, go for it!&amp;nbsp; The next time you're alone in the house, belt it out!&amp;nbsp; The next time your in the car and want to sing to the song, go for it and screw the neighboring cars!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Find your bliss and do it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be embarrassed to express yourself&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3919373607177305464?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3919373607177305464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3919373607177305464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3919373607177305464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3919373607177305464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/singing-blues-away.html' title='Singing the Blues Away'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOpw2j3zLYI/AAAAAAAAAfw/5xcKdB3KhZM/s72-c/Singing_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-2318752989383008457</id><published>2010-11-19T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-19T08:53:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Possibilities Never End</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.csus.edu/registrar/images/older%20grad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="172" ox="true" src="http://www.csus.edu/registrar/images/older%20grad.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I've been searching for the next big challenge in my life.&amp;nbsp; As I've been a little bored with teaching, I was checking out the possibilities.&amp;nbsp; I've thought of something in IT as a possibility.&amp;nbsp; I think I'd be happier with IT support as I like working with people, but I love solving problems even more.&amp;nbsp; What is great is that I am hitting the big 4-0 in a couple months and I still feel cool with making big changes.&amp;nbsp; I've noticed a number of folks that act and feel old at 40.&amp;nbsp; Get over it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;You are NEVER too old to learn something new and be challenged.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-2318752989383008457?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2318752989383008457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=2318752989383008457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2318752989383008457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2318752989383008457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/possibilities-never-end.html' title='The Possibilities Never End'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-8997007820577747768</id><published>2010-11-17T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T11:45:59.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visualize a Balloon Popping</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOQGjk1linI/AAAAAAAAAfs/psz-WzC-Cb8/s1600/bwo0091l.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" px="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOQGjk1linI/AAAAAAAAAfs/psz-WzC-Cb8/s200/bwo0091l.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ever feel like you're putting way too much pressure on yourself?&amp;nbsp; I do!&amp;nbsp; For some odd reason I've been putting pressure on myself to get busy.&amp;nbsp; I've only just lightened my load a little in my free time and now I feel the need to fill the time up.&amp;nbsp; Why do we do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important&amp;nbsp;personal goal I now have is to enjoy the free time I have gifted myself.&amp;nbsp; After fulltime school and work, I went and filled up the time with fulltime work and fulltime improv.&amp;nbsp; Now it's time to stop and smell the roses.&amp;nbsp; I gift myself that and I hope you do as well.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lay off yourself!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Enjoy the time you have as it goes so quickly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-8997007820577747768?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8997007820577747768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=8997007820577747768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8997007820577747768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8997007820577747768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/visualize-balloon-popping.html' title='Visualize a Balloon Popping'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOQGjk1linI/AAAAAAAAAfs/psz-WzC-Cb8/s72-c/bwo0091l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3986780904156737079</id><published>2010-11-15T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:34:15.964-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment of Crisis</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOE2wgqXNkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7mjc0YdX0vs/s1600/1931_carcrash.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOE2wgqXNkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7mjc0YdX0vs/s200/1931_carcrash.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Took a wonderful walk with my friend Bryan this weekend around Lake Johnson.&amp;nbsp; Talked about science, health, and home stuff.&amp;nbsp; Was truly a refreshing and friendship filled moment.&amp;nbsp; Left Bryan to go to the parking lot, got in my car, and heard a loud crunching sound.&amp;nbsp; Looked to my right and saw a car literally gliding on the guard rail.&amp;nbsp; The car was just 4 cars over and I didn't react with panic, but with wonder.&amp;nbsp; The thought did cross my mind that I hope it wasn't going to go over the ledge and hit other cars or God forbid a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the car had landed with its back wheels up in the air and its front wheels on the road, I got out of the car to see if the person was okay.&amp;nbsp; By that point 4 or 5 people were running over and I decided to hang back as there were too many people there already.&amp;nbsp; They guided the driver, a young, dapper gentlemen, out of the car and sat him on the guardrail.&amp;nbsp; All was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goal lately has been to see the little things, so of course the obvious was that he was alright and no one was hurt.&amp;nbsp; But, I've been thinking.&amp;nbsp; We have no clue when something tragic could happen.&amp;nbsp; Accidents happen all the time and people die.&amp;nbsp; Life is so fragile.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;We truly should be doing everything we can to make the world a better place and to live in the moment.&amp;nbsp; It all could go in a flash.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3986780904156737079?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3986780904156737079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3986780904156737079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3986780904156737079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3986780904156737079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/moment-of-crisis.html' title='The Moment of Crisis'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TOE2wgqXNkI/AAAAAAAAAfo/7mjc0YdX0vs/s72-c/1931_carcrash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-5453501142768757964</id><published>2010-11-12T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T11:57:47.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Teaching moments (Thanks, Oprah)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.in.lcms.org/NewsLetters/EEE/classroom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" px="true" src="http://www.in.lcms.org/NewsLetters/EEE/classroom.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today I'm teaching markups, markdowns, and invoice terms (3/10, net/30 EOM, etc.).&amp;nbsp; This unit is one that I dread as I teach an elective course and the make-up of elective students is from the lowest academic level to the highest.&amp;nbsp; Teaching math is something most students just groan about before I ever get started.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was no different.&amp;nbsp; The students struggled, but I stayed on them.&amp;nbsp; When they turned in their work I made them explain EOM, ROG, and extended date, and it worked.&amp;nbsp; Those that somewhat got it, got it when they turned in their sheet and I walked them through it.&amp;nbsp; Feels good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pushing people to understand is hard, but can reap some awesome rewards that last.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-5453501142768757964?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5453501142768757964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=5453501142768757964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5453501142768757964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/5453501142768757964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/teaching-moments-thanks-oprah.html' title='Teaching moments (Thanks, Oprah)'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-2507025933349576170</id><published>2010-11-10T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T11:54:34.867-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha...cha...cha...changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNrOPChZjpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bWaT3Q_LiEQ/s1600/Changes_next_exit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNrOPChZjpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bWaT3Q_LiEQ/s200/Changes_next_exit.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The world has been a bit colder, at least in my eyes.&amp;nbsp; Once known for my patience, I've got little tolerance for silly things.&amp;nbsp; Things like drivers pulling out in front of me and flipping me off.&amp;nbsp; Things like people that you respect being two-faced.&amp;nbsp; Things like...blah...blah...blah.&amp;nbsp; I recognize the tension.&amp;nbsp; My shoulders are raised and my brow is creased.&amp;nbsp; Too much on my plate has left me frigid and sometimes intolerant.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a CHANGE!&amp;nbsp; I'm slowly making changes in my life.&amp;nbsp; Have skimmed back on&amp;nbsp;performing improv and&amp;nbsp;that has been a passion of mine for almost eight years.&amp;nbsp; This week I informed my musical improv group that I was stepping away and wasn't sure when or if I would be back.&amp;nbsp; I've also not signed up for the shortform improv troupe this past month and probably won't sign up until next year sometime or not at all.&amp;nbsp; There's been too much petty behavior, favoritism and singling out.&amp;nbsp; What was once a haven of love and friendship has morphed into something that brings out the ugly in me.&amp;nbsp; Hurts to say this, but I am a blunt person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will I do to fill the void?&amp;nbsp; I'm going to focus on my health/body.&amp;nbsp; Years ago I spent time meditating and exercised regularly.&amp;nbsp; I've found a beginner fitness boot camp and I'm going to check that out.&amp;nbsp;I'm also focusing on a career change.&amp;nbsp; Teaching has been great, but I'm ready to move toward something that sparks passion.&amp;nbsp; Might do some classes on technology and get certified.&amp;nbsp; Whatever!&amp;nbsp; The world is my oyster.&amp;nbsp; (What does that mean?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you're going to bitch about something, at least do something about it!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-2507025933349576170?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2507025933349576170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=2507025933349576170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2507025933349576170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2507025933349576170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/chachachachanges.html' title='Cha...cha...cha...changes'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNrOPChZjpI/AAAAAAAAAfk/bWaT3Q_LiEQ/s72-c/Changes_next_exit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-6898123028496501791</id><published>2010-11-08T10:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:02:53.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Look At Me!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNgRDvo1vaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w9W7wMQsSiU/s1600/reincarnation.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="248" px="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNgRDvo1vaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w9W7wMQsSiU/s320/reincarnation.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The alarm sounded at 5:45 a.m. as it does every workday.&amp;nbsp; Got up, showered, ironed my work clothes and headed downstairs to pour some coffee.&amp;nbsp; Grabbed my travel mug for coffee and just happen to look down.&amp;nbsp; Surprise!&amp;nbsp; I had a guest visitor from the outdoors, a caterpillar.&amp;nbsp; How this guest entered the house I had no idea.&amp;nbsp; I said hello, grabbed a paper towel and carefully led it onto its temporary home.&amp;nbsp; I then took it outside and placed it on a bush.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's interesting is that I heard a story years ago about a Buddhist reincarnated as a caterpillar.&amp;nbsp; This story has stuck with me for years.&amp;nbsp; Anytime I see a caterpillar or butterfly I associate this insect with a human soul.&amp;nbsp; I'm not a full-on Buddhist, but I pull bits of religion and agree or disagree.&amp;nbsp; I can relate this reincarnation idea to Einstein's theory that humans are electrical beings and energy can not simply disappear.&amp;nbsp; The energy must go somewhere.&amp;nbsp; So I believe we&amp;nbsp;could go into a pool of electrical energy or we could come back as a human again or&amp;nbsp;some living creature.&amp;nbsp; Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is&amp;nbsp;we have no idea what happens to us and&amp;nbsp;we should respect all living&amp;nbsp;creatures.&amp;nbsp; Heck, this being could be a relative!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes little things are put in your path to entice thought and/or bring you outside of yourself.&amp;nbsp; Notice them, appreciate them and learn from them.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-6898123028496501791?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6898123028496501791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=6898123028496501791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6898123028496501791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/6898123028496501791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/look-at-me.html' title='Look At Me!!!!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TNgRDvo1vaI/AAAAAAAAAfg/w9W7wMQsSiU/s72-c/reincarnation.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7182469678233041593</id><published>2010-11-03T11:39:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T11:41:08.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Roleplay!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6w3XRlHXvZo/TKOyZfEajnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mq2itsFqLak/s1600/IMG_0463" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" px="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6w3XRlHXvZo/TKOyZfEajnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mq2itsFqLak/s200/IMG_0463" width="150" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Back on the topic of the little things.&amp;nbsp; A friend of mine who is a number of years younger than me is currently in grad school in England.&amp;nbsp; She writes a &lt;a href="http://thelondonday.blogspot.com/"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; that I absolutely love.&amp;nbsp; First, I love the United Kingdom and it's not just because my stepmother and sister are British.&amp;nbsp; I love the UK for its landscape, ancient architecture, and tell-it-like-it-is mentality.&amp;nbsp; And second, have you partied with the British?&amp;nbsp; Total let-loose experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend Kate is describing her experience living in the UK in detail via&amp;nbsp;her blog.&amp;nbsp; Truth is I am living through her!&amp;nbsp; Every day I go looking for her post and imagine the interior of her dorm, the smells in the cafeteria and the British accents of her new found friends.&amp;nbsp; This is the guilty pleasure I have every morning.&amp;nbsp; This past week she was exploring China Town and I tell you I love me some Asian food.&amp;nbsp; There is a bit of jealousy here.&amp;nbsp; ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know what gives you pleasure.&amp;nbsp; This may be a clue into your life and dreams.&amp;nbsp; Hmmmm...how can I live in the UK for a year?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7182469678233041593?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7182469678233041593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7182469678233041593' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7182469678233041593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7182469678233041593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/roleplay.html' title='Roleplay!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6w3XRlHXvZo/TKOyZfEajnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/mq2itsFqLak/s72-c/IMG_0463' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-799118944221083397</id><published>2010-11-02T10:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T10:21:47.777-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegoodelife.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c977453ef0120a6722d82970b-800wi" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" nx="true" src="http://thegoodelife.typepad.com/.a/6a00d8341c977453ef0120a6722d82970b-800wi" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This is a bit personal, but I feel is important to get out.&amp;nbsp; I've come to the realization that my father has been lost to my brother and I for over 20 years.&amp;nbsp; This isn't a slam or insult toward him, it just is what it is.&amp;nbsp; I come to this realization this past week and over years of experience.&amp;nbsp; As you know, this past week my brother was deployed to Iraq.&amp;nbsp; My mother, niece and great nephews went to Georgia to surprise him.&amp;nbsp; Was a great visit and truthfully a heartfelt journey with my brother.&amp;nbsp; My father, on the other hand, went on a cruise with his wife.&amp;nbsp; He never called my brother and did not take a hand in sharing his experiences in being deployed to the Vietnam War years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did something I'm not proud of, but felt necessary.&amp;nbsp; I called my father and purposely made him feel bad about it.&amp;nbsp; I shared that we went and surprised my brother the weekend before he deployed.&amp;nbsp; I then said something that was very hard to say, but needed to be said.&amp;nbsp; I told my father that I'm sure he could relate to what my brother was going through as he went through the same thing.&amp;nbsp; My father got very quiet.&amp;nbsp; We spoke a short bit longer as he said my stepsister just pulled up and he had to go.&amp;nbsp; And that was it.&amp;nbsp; That was the moment I knew that he has been gone for years.&amp;nbsp; His second family has replaced the first and that is where his priorities lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sad about it, but it's time I move on.&amp;nbsp; Blood relatives, in my experience,&amp;nbsp;are not always family.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes they are someone you share a history with and some residual feelings of love.&amp;nbsp; I&amp;nbsp;love my father and I care what happens to him, but I can't put my expectations of what I think a father should be on him.&amp;nbsp; He is not that man and that is okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Realities are sometimes hard to face, but they help to heal&amp;nbsp;wounds and&amp;nbsp;forge new paths.&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-799118944221083397?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/799118944221083397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=799118944221083397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/799118944221083397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/799118944221083397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/11/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-1066660960267510619</id><published>2010-10-28T12:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T12:35:07.247-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 18 - The future?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://houseofthedivineprince.com/images/divine_prince_divine_lightuniversal.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://houseofthedivineprince.com/images/divine_prince_divine_lightuniversal.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was chatting my mother yesterday about life and such.&amp;nbsp; We got on the subject of prayer and I had to admit that I do occasionally pray, but not in the traditional sense.&amp;nbsp; I have a different belief than my mother.&amp;nbsp; She takes the christian 'Jesus' approach and I believe there is some life force (like karma) that steers things in one direction or the other.&amp;nbsp; There is no scientific proof either way.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, I've been a little stressed over my job lately and on my trip back from Georgia I took a minute to look in the heavens and ask for help.&amp;nbsp; There was a feeling of peace after and I left it at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My 'stop and pay attention' moment came on the phone with my mother.&amp;nbsp; I found that I should not feel silly or stupid for praying as who knows what's going on above our ability to sense.&amp;nbsp; Who knows?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be who you are without fear of others not approving.&amp;nbsp; This is our one life, so live the way it makes you happy!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-1066660960267510619?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1066660960267510619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=1066660960267510619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1066660960267510619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1066660960267510619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-18-future.html' title='Day 18 - The future?'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7335733353280083432</id><published>2010-10-27T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:14:06.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 17 - A day of rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.globalkids.org/files/virtual_world.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="188" nx="true" src="http://www.globalkids.org/files/virtual_world.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Was so tired after traveling to Georgia and back over the weekend.&amp;nbsp; Got to spend the evening after work just relaxing and playing video games.&amp;nbsp; I also completed some coursework in a class I'm taking with LearnNC about teaching in a virtual world.&amp;nbsp; This is&amp;nbsp;the first class in a while that has peaked my interest.&amp;nbsp; Imagine the future of education!&amp;nbsp; Students come to their virtual world classroom.&amp;nbsp; The teacher begins giving audio information related to the curriculum.&amp;nbsp; At various points a game pops up to reinforce the information or a quiz question pops up to assess the student's understanding of the material.&amp;nbsp; There are so many opportunities for learning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Be open to change and technology.&amp;nbsp; A whole new world could open up for you.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7335733353280083432?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7335733353280083432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7335733353280083432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7335733353280083432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7335733353280083432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-17-day-of-rest.html' title='Day 17 - A day of rest'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3360711916651761471</id><published>2010-10-26T10:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T10:13:44.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 13 - 16 - Surprise...not!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMbiDRCIDrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/g-Gzol__hgQ/s1600/oops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="165" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMbiDRCIDrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/g-Gzol__hgQ/s200/oops.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Spent Friday to Monday at my brother's house in Georgia as he is headed out to Iraq this coming weekend.&amp;nbsp; This is a sensitive matter and the family is being super supportive.&amp;nbsp; My brother, for those that don't know him, is a bit of the strong, silent type.&amp;nbsp; He doesn't like to share feelings and such.&amp;nbsp; Regardless, you could see the happiness exude off of him when we all showed up to surprise him.&amp;nbsp; Well...some of us surprised him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the deal.&amp;nbsp; I headed down to Georgia Friday morning and posted a message on my Facebook about it.&amp;nbsp; Duh.&amp;nbsp; Forgot my brother has Facebook and the surprise was ruined!&amp;nbsp; He calls my sister-in-law in the afternoon when I am there and asks what she is doing.&amp;nbsp; She says nothing and he responds by saying, "Next time Brian wants to surprise me with a visit, tell him not to post it on Facebook."&amp;nbsp; LOL!&amp;nbsp; Luckily, I didn't ruin the surprise that my mother, brother's daughter, and his grand kids were there.&amp;nbsp; That surprise was priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, throughout the weekend my brother was laughing and rubbing it in my face.&amp;nbsp; After listening to my bro berate me, I thought about how this would be a memory that we could draw on for years.&amp;nbsp; We won't necessarily remember eating the delicious grilled dinner or the conversation we had about video games, but we will remember the goof I made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sometimes a mistake you make is a gift to others.&amp;nbsp; Learn to not take a mistake as a negative and laugh it off.&amp;nbsp; You may make a memory to hold on to for years.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3360711916651761471?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3360711916651761471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3360711916651761471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3360711916651761471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3360711916651761471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-13-16-surprisenot.html' title='Day 13 - 16 - Surprise...not!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMbiDRCIDrI/AAAAAAAAAfc/g-Gzol__hgQ/s72-c/oops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3333224989715009763</id><published>2010-10-21T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T10:20:28.218-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 12 - A Strong Shoulder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMBLxl9vBKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H00dPv8nf7I/s1600/helping%2520others.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMBLxl9vBKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H00dPv8nf7I/s1600/helping%2520others.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesteday I felt amazingly needed.&amp;nbsp; Called my mother after work and she was in tears.&amp;nbsp; I won't go into the details, but let's just say she needed to get some things off her chest.&amp;nbsp; We talked it through and luckily we got some perspective on the situation.&amp;nbsp; She was feeling better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got off the phone a man asked if I would give him a jump.&amp;nbsp; I am happy to report that I said yes without missing a beat.&amp;nbsp; I didn't feel put out and it never crossed my mind.&amp;nbsp; I got off the phone with my mom and helped this man.&amp;nbsp; This is a great step in getting back to who I was pre college graduation.&amp;nbsp; I want to be giving and I want to help people.&amp;nbsp; Yesterday I had the pleasure of helping someone I love and a stranger.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holla!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lessons Learned&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The world does not revolve around you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Helping people feels good!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3333224989715009763?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3333224989715009763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3333224989715009763' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3333224989715009763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3333224989715009763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-12-strong-shoulder.html' title='Day 12 - A Strong Shoulder'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TMBLxl9vBKI/AAAAAAAAAfY/H00dPv8nf7I/s72-c/helping%2520others.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-4622133959444595215</id><published>2010-10-20T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T11:39:13.121-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Support</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TL8NCQ1LsbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d9Bp42se_70/s1600/We_Support_Our_Troops.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TL8NCQ1LsbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d9Bp42se_70/s200/We_Support_Our_Troops.jpg" width="159" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Had an awesome experience yesterday at work.&amp;nbsp; Here's a little back story.&amp;nbsp; Found out my brother is headed to Iraq next weekend and not in November like we thought.&amp;nbsp; So my mother, niece, great nephews and I are heading down to Georgia to surprise my brother before he goes.&amp;nbsp; This visit is a bit emotional for the reasons you can guess.&amp;nbsp; Anyway.&amp;nbsp; I emailed my boss about taking either Friday or Monday off to give a little room for travel and visiting.&amp;nbsp; Surprisingly she came out of her way to speak to me individually.&amp;nbsp; She told me to thank my brother for his service and to please take both days off.&amp;nbsp; What?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have higher expectations for people.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes the people you do not think have your back, do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-4622133959444595215?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4622133959444595215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=4622133959444595215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/4622133959444595215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/4622133959444595215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-11-support.html' title='Day 11 - Support'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TL8NCQ1LsbI/AAAAAAAAAfU/d9Bp42se_70/s72-c/We_Support_Our_Troops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7485086542659363177</id><published>2010-10-19T08:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T09:27:23.078-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 10 - Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://doubleyourgains.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/strength.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://doubleyourgains.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2008/08/strength.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;If you know me, you may or may not know that growing up I experienced violence and terror.&amp;nbsp; Although I have baggage from those experiences one positive personality trait came out of it.&amp;nbsp; I am one strong motherf'er!&amp;nbsp; Bad things happen and I can move past them quickly after the initial shock wears off.&amp;nbsp; Also, I can have 400 things going on at once and be able to cope without a hitch.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday someone I know had some issues with a school program he was about to enter.&amp;nbsp; The head honcho and alumni that have graduated from the program fed negative visions of what the program was going to be like in his head.&amp;nbsp; They said forget about a life for two years and if you have an extra job or kids, forget it.&amp;nbsp; He didn't take this well and considered quitting the program.&amp;nbsp; I completely understood as I went through this when I worked full time and went to school full time at Marshall University.&amp;nbsp; The difference is I took the negative influence as motivation to prove them wrong and I did it.&amp;nbsp; I was the first in my family to graduate from college!&amp;nbsp; My mother says this is not normal.&amp;nbsp; Not everyone can handle the stress.&amp;nbsp; This got me thinking and brought a little bit of pride about myself.&amp;nbsp; Not often do we toot our own horns, but hell...I did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Give strength to others when they need it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't be afraid to toot your own horn on occasion.&amp;nbsp; Others need to know your strengths, so they can pull on that when they need to.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7485086542659363177?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7485086542659363177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7485086542659363177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7485086542659363177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7485086542659363177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-10-strength.html' title='Day 10 - Strength'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-2291854148254945862</id><published>2010-10-18T08:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T08:47:45.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 &amp; 9 = Chilled Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.experiencefestival.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/cc/Healing_hands11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="200" src="http://www.experiencefestival.com/wp/wp-content/uploads/cc/Healing_hands11.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I had two moments that made me appreciate the little things.&amp;nbsp; On Saturday I went to The Raleigh Times to celebrate a friend's birthday.&amp;nbsp; Surprise, surprise, the waitress turns out to be a young lady I taught in the ComedyWorx workshops.&amp;nbsp; She's uber cool and really fun to be around.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the gathering she would come by and put her hands on my shoulders or pat my arm.&amp;nbsp; No big deal normally.&amp;nbsp; But this act made me think about how comfortable you must be and the trust you must have to touch someone.&amp;nbsp; Have you ever thought about that?&amp;nbsp; We don't touch just anyone.&amp;nbsp; And have you thought about what a gift it is to touch?&amp;nbsp; I won't be forgetting this anytime soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second moment was onstage during the Hotel Principality show.&amp;nbsp; This moment occurred when two other cast members and I were holding the door closed to keep our 'sibling' from escaping.&amp;nbsp; We burst into song about 'Stranger Danger' and it truly felt collaborative.&amp;nbsp; We were in what improvisers call the group mind.&amp;nbsp; We knew what each other was going to sing before&amp;nbsp;we actually did it.&amp;nbsp; The result was cool harmonies and a neat beat.&amp;nbsp; I love that when this happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do not underestimate the power of touch and give it whenever you can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to connect on a deeper level and listen with your mind and not just your ears.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-2291854148254945862?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2291854148254945862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=2291854148254945862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2291854148254945862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2291854148254945862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-8-9-chilled-weekend.html' title='Day 8 &amp; 9 = Chilled Weekend'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-1570826173205619174</id><published>2010-10-15T08:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T08:45:09.484-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Relationships</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.chrisvonada.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/relationships.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="132" src="http://www.chrisvonada.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/08/relationships.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Came home yesterday &amp;nbsp;to a gift of miniture roses and my favorite treats.&amp;nbsp; Was super sweet and really needed.&amp;nbsp; Made me think about this thing called relationships.&amp;nbsp; They are so complex, but so very needed.&amp;nbsp; So often for a successful relationship to work you have to live outside your personal bubble and anticipate the needs of your partner.&amp;nbsp; With this super sweet gift, I need to up my game!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons Learned:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Even when life is pulling you down, notice and be thankful for the ones who lift you up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Don't dismiss the power of thoughtful gifts.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-1570826173205619174?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1570826173205619174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=1570826173205619174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1570826173205619174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/1570826173205619174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-7-relationships.html' title='Day 7 - Relationships'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-2853379251017482446</id><published>2010-10-14T09:36:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T17:43:53.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Oh boy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.skelliewag.org/post_images/crazy_blogger.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="222" src="http://www.skelliewag.org/post_images/crazy_blogger.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Yesterday was one of the most difficult days professionally.&amp;nbsp; A student had to be forcibly removed from my class and it was not a pretty picture.&amp;nbsp; After I calmed down and had time to think, I tried to put myself in the student's shoes.&amp;nbsp; She has led a fairly charmed life and appears to have a good home life.&amp;nbsp; Her mother is a doctor.&amp;nbsp; She has a history of behavior issues going years back, so this is not a first for her.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My guess is that she has some mental instabilities and this is not a laughing matter.&amp;nbsp; Years ago I worked in child and adolescent psych and I've seen this type of behavior before.&amp;nbsp; I feel for her.&amp;nbsp; Life must be really difficult when you think people are out to get you and every reaction is manic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;In the moment it is very difficult to see other's points of view.&amp;nbsp; Try to do that next time you're in that situation.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-2853379251017482446?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2853379251017482446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=2853379251017482446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2853379251017482446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/2853379251017482446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-oh-boy.html' title='Day 6 - Oh boy...'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-119255918221342373</id><published>2010-10-12T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T12:28:58.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Anxious</title><content type='html'>Today is weird one.&amp;nbsp; I'm feeling anxious.&amp;nbsp; The reason could be the near-death experience with the deer last night, and yes I'm exaggerating.&amp;nbsp; Could be my mother is trapped in Biloxi, Mississippi with little interaction with the world.&amp;nbsp; My niece lives there, but she's a bit focused on herself.&amp;nbsp; I just wish I could get her up to Raleigh!&amp;nbsp; Could also be my brother in the military being sent to Kuwait.&amp;nbsp; He's pretty chill about it, but I know it's got to get to him a little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I'm lucky in my little corner of the world as all is well.&amp;nbsp; That is one thing for which&amp;nbsp;to be very grateful.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Lesson (s):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have the will to set aside the things I can't change and focus on what I can do to help them in whatever way I can.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take time to pamper and decompress&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-119255918221342373?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/119255918221342373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=119255918221342373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/119255918221342373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/119255918221342373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-5-anxious.html' title='Day 5 - Anxious'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-8565485534323022610</id><published>2010-10-11T21:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T21:45:28.526-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLO9q9RJNCI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CcB8crdF144/s1600/credit_deer_in_headlights.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLO9q9RJNCI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CcB8crdF144/s200/credit_deer_in_headlights.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Hit a deer on the way home just about 20 minutes ago. &amp;nbsp;Pretty shaken up about it really. &amp;nbsp;I still remember accidentally closing a car door on a cat's tail when I was 12 and the guilty emotions come right back. &amp;nbsp;I imagine this will live with me like that for years. &amp;nbsp;There was nothing I could do really, but it's haunting me right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drive slower&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-8565485534323022610?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8565485534323022610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=8565485534323022610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8565485534323022610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/8565485534323022610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-4.html' title='Day 4'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLO9q9RJNCI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/CcB8crdF144/s72-c/credit_deer_in_headlights.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-3601227093813855629</id><published>2010-10-11T09:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T09:46:11.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend - Day 2 &amp; 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLMULMMjeuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oYmrzwK48W4/s1600/group-friends-hug-smile-happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="133" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLMULMMjeuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oYmrzwK48W4/s200/group-friends-hug-smile-happy.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;This weekend was a busy one.&amp;nbsp; Had three shows and an improv workshop with NYC's Neil Casey.&amp;nbsp; Also had a walk around the lake on Sunday.&amp;nbsp; A few things stuck out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When walking around the lake I saw a family obviously from another country.&amp;nbsp; Normally I would walk by and not give it a second thought.&amp;nbsp; On this day I took a moment to discuss how difficult it must be to be a transplant from another country with my friend Dawn.&amp;nbsp; In my mind I put myself in their shoes.&amp;nbsp; Being in a country with different customs, foods and language must be enriching and scary at the same time.&amp;nbsp; Most, I believe, are moving for a better life.&amp;nbsp; Imagine what they've escaped from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This workshop I took with Neil Casey was enlightening, but not for the reason you think.&amp;nbsp; I took a moment to appreciate the people in the workshop and their talent.&amp;nbsp; We really have some talented people at ComedyWorx.&amp;nbsp; There is drama and there are clicks, but if you dig in you will find some real gems.&amp;nbsp; I'm grateful to be a part of this group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lessons I will take from this:&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Keep in mind others hardships and appreciate the things that have come easy for you.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Also remember that long term relationships are like a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-3601227093813855629?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3601227093813855629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=3601227093813855629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3601227093813855629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/3601227093813855629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/weekend-day-2-3.html' title='Weekend - Day 2 &amp; 3'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TLMULMMjeuI/AAAAAAAAAfM/oYmrzwK48W4/s72-c/group-friends-hug-smile-happy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-4259492536328359415</id><published>2010-10-08T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T09:53:32.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Call for help</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TK8hHXuBMFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JwXooeypRXM/s1600/listening.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="133" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TK8hHXuBMFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JwXooeypRXM/s200/listening.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Today a student of mine stopped by before school to chat about her future career.&amp;nbsp; Normally I wouldn't give it a thought, but with this blog I'm trying to see things differently.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it cool that a person, a being, would want to share their hopes and dreams with you?&amp;nbsp; She has not had a perfect upbringing and she has struggled through school, but she has big dreams.&amp;nbsp; She wants to design shoes or be a chef.&amp;nbsp; I took an effort to sit with her and look at realistic design and culinary schools.&amp;nbsp; I really enjoyed the time spent with her and sharing in her dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's lesson for life is two-fold.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Believing in someone is a gift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Take time to listen.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-4259492536328359415?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4259492536328359415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=4259492536328359415' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/4259492536328359415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/4259492536328359415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/day-1-call-for-help.html' title='Day 1 - Call for help'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TK8hHXuBMFI/AAAAAAAAAfI/JwXooeypRXM/s72-c/listening.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147506038154403337.post-7645188428985862572</id><published>2010-10-08T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T08:48:09.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to my new blog!</title><content type='html'>Seems I've been spending a large portion of my time thinking about what I do not have or what I want.&amp;nbsp; This blog is to force me to keep an eye out for the little things that make me feel.&amp;nbsp; I'm not looking to change the world, just get myself to have a new perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6147506038154403337-7645188428985862572?l=serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/feeds/7645188428985862572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6147506038154403337&amp;postID=7645188428985862572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7645188428985862572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6147506038154403337/posts/default/7645188428985862572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://serendipitousdreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-to-my-new-blog.html' title='Welcome to my new blog!'/><author><name>Brian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06655860963047974764</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8UMHD2W3gfY/TKSPBYfCdaI/AAAAAAAAAek/rFYKJHwPo20/S220/IMG_4052_bw.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
