<?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-15140238</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:36:48.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Field of Dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-115465605345678676</id><published>2006-08-03T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:47:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for me</title><content type='html'>I would really like to get better at blogging and I vow to do it more often and more regularly.&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading some really cool blogs lately that have inspired me to continue and be more prolific at it.  I really love to write but between a full time job and being a mother of an 11 yr. old and a 2 yr. old, it has been hard to find the time and energy for it.   Now that my baby is no longer a baby :-(  but a toddler, I am finding that I am thinking more and more about the need of me finding time for myself.    Blogging is a way for me to put my thoughts in order and clear my mind.   Today  I won't be able to write much because my son Ben is sitting right here next to me and bugging me as all 11 yr olds are good at.  Back tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-115465605345678676?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/115465605345678676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=115465605345678676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115465605345678676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115465605345678676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2006/08/time-for-me.html' title='Time for me'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-115389121431565069</id><published>2006-07-25T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T22:20:14.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great idea for women everywhere!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/Tackle-It-Tuesday-Banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/320/Tackle-It-Tuesday-Banner.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-115389121431565069?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.5minutesformom.com/160/tackle-it-tuesday-update/' title='Great idea for women everywhere!'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/115389121431565069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=115389121431565069' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115389121431565069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115389121431565069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2006/07/great-idea-for-women-everywhere.html' title='Great idea for women everywhere!'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-115150533311408447</id><published>2006-06-28T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T07:39:11.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/New%20Image.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/320/New%20Image.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My son Benjamin and I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-115150533311408447?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/115150533311408447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=115150533311408447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115150533311408447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115150533311408447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-son-benjamin-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-115135457166369868</id><published>2006-06-26T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:42:51.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A flock of geese</title><content type='html'>What can a flock of Canada geese crossing the street teach us?  It might not teach you anything at all unless you choose to see an opportunity for growth and learning in every life experience.  This morning, while on my way to work I had just such an experience.&lt;br /&gt;Like every morning for the past year - and even more so on Monday mornings- getting out the door is my greatest achievement of the day that takes careful and detailed planning. &lt;br /&gt;I've come to perfect my technique but the task remains daunting.   My 10 year old requires lunch as do I and my toddler requires attention which I cannot give. &lt;br /&gt;Getting to work on time is obviously challenging at best and to exacerbate the problem is the long drive on Hwy 401.  If my coordinated efforts are successful and luck (or God) is on my side I will be able to get to work without too much loss of mental faculties.  This morning - something - or a flock of something in this case- got in my way.   I had almost made it to work and just as I was starting to pray for all the street light to cooperate and be green all at the same time, a large number of our beloved Canada geese begun their crossing.  Not of the sea or the ocean,  but of the vast and dangerous Hwy 7!   The car in front of me started to lean on the horn in the hope that the geese would be scared into receding.  These animals are not easily dissuaded  and proceeded in their journey to the other side of the road.    What could us urban jungle dwellers do when faced with such obvious indifference?  We did the only thing we could do: we sat back quietly and waiting for every single bird , Mama birds, Papa birds and baby birds, to cross that busy stretch of highway.   I couldn't help but laugh out loud at this blatant example of our powerlessness in the face of mothernature.  This was no tornado or tsunami but just as beautiful an example as any. &lt;br /&gt;What did I learn from this stubborn flock?  Don't rush things that need to get done at their own pace.  Remember what is really important and take a moment to appreciate the simple things. &lt;br /&gt;There are some things we cannot change and the only thing we can change is the way we deal with a particular situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-115135457166369868?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/115135457166369868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=115135457166369868' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115135457166369868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115135457166369868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2006/06/flock-of-geese.html' title='A flock of geese'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-115041606418213549</id><published>2006-06-15T16:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T17:03:47.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Caves</title><content type='html'>I watched a fascinating program on the Discovery Channel last week. It was called "Walking with the Cavemen" and it was hosted by Alec Baldwin. It obviously supported the ev0lutionary theory of man and it went back millions of years to species of hominids who walked the earth but were closer to the animal kingdom than to mankind as it is today. The general consensus of science is that over a span of 2 million years man has been evolving and adapting more and more to its environment but man as he is today didn't appear until 60.000 yrs ago. What made the last "version" of man survive was his &lt;strong&gt;imagination.&lt;/strong&gt; His ability to imagine a future and to plan for it accordingly is what made the difference. Hope and dreams are the main ingredients that make us a superior species and not our strength or intelligence. They are not enough and without imagination they are nothing. As I watched this very interesting program, a scary thought entered my mind. If we can evolve - could we not also de-volve? Everything that goes up must come down - as the saying goes. Nowadays we do not put much value on imagination. Art programs in schools are the first to go. The focus is on technology and business.&lt;br /&gt;Children are content in playing video games for hours on end while only 50 yrs ago they spent endless hours outdoors inventing their own games.&lt;br /&gt;We no longer choose to read a book that requires us to imagine what the characters look like. Movies and television take care of that for us now.&lt;br /&gt;I know that technological advances are in and of themselves proof of mankinds ability to imagine something into existence. What does that technology do for the most part though? It is designed to help make our life more comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;I think that we are on our way to being too comfortable. To the point that we no longer need to move forward. Just a thought.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-115041606418213549?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/115041606418213549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=115041606418213549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115041606418213549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/115041606418213549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2006/06/back-to-caves.html' title='Back to the Caves'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-113102867855735561</id><published>2005-11-03T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T06:37:58.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running on empty</title><content type='html'>Today I am breaking my own record of functioning on minimal hours of sleep.    Baby Brandon was sick throughout the night and now here I am having had a mere hour of interrupted sleep. &lt;br /&gt;Its all good though.    After having tried to have another child for approximately five years I'm not about utter a single word of complaint.   I'll live to tell the tale of motherhood once again I'm sure.   Better yet I'll probably forget this one incident in a sea of sleepless nights...&lt;br /&gt;Thank goodness I'm not that busy at work right now and we have a long weekend coming up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-113102867855735561?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/113102867855735561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=113102867855735561' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/113102867855735561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/113102867855735561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2005/11/running-on-empty.html' title='Running on empty'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-112437251374759016</id><published>2005-08-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T06:45:16.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Connections</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/Indian%20bride.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/320/Indian%20bride.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the introduction of "talkies" at the beginning of the 20th century, to the inception of the big production houses like Paramount and 20th Century Fox, and to today's multi-billion dollar business, movies of every genre continue to fascinate, educate, entertain and touch us. The value we put in this industry has no limit to the point that we are happy to pay movie actors millions and millions of dollars. I've been a movie buff since childhood and one of my earliest memories is watching the Wizard of Oz with Judy Garland. I rejoiced when my own 10 yr. old expressed his own love of this timeless classic!&lt;br /&gt;In the last couple of years I've also discovered "Bollywood".&lt;br /&gt;Indian movies have opened up a whole new world to me that in all sincerity I was completely ignorant about. Thousands of Bollywood movies are produced every year but out of those thousands there are a number that rise to the surface. These movies are not just memorable for their music and dance, their colourful costumes and their gorgeous actors, but because of the beautiful stories that are being told. They are stories that speak of "connections". Connections with lovers, friends, parents, brothers and sisters, with ourselves and with our land of origin. Little by little I stopped focusing on the "cultural" aspect of these movies, and started to see the "human experience" that was being told through these stories.&lt;br /&gt;As Canadians, we have the privilege of living in a country that is the home to people of many cultural backgrounds. We have the opportunity to learn and grow from other cultures.&lt;br /&gt;More importantly we can stop seeing people of other cultural backgrounds as "different" and we can start to learn from the "human experience".&lt;br /&gt;Once we stop focusing on the differences we will notice the thread that connects us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;We cannot live for ourselves alone. Our lives are connected by a thousand invisible threads, and along these sympathetic fibers, our actions run as causes and return as results.&lt;br /&gt;Herman Melville&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Photo by Shirley Wu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.shirleybeautyconcept.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-112437251374759016?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/112437251374759016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=112437251374759016' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112437251374759016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112437251374759016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2005/08/connections.html' title='Connections'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-112359362747842963</id><published>2005-08-09T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-09T06:20:27.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/Exer-DawnWelcome2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/400/Exer-DawnWelcome1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning while driving on my way to work, I pass by a small group of 5-6 men who are walking together at a steady pace. They all appear to be in their mid to late 60's or they might even be a bit older. They all wear a white cap so its evident to me that they formed their own "walking club" or maybe they were all already part of the same club or organization and they started walking together. They are chatting as they walk and they still keep up a good pace, which tells me they they are all in fairly good shape. I smile when I see this little group with their matching caps and I am also moved. At first I couldn't understand what moved me about them but now I know.&lt;br /&gt;They show me "life" is not in the body but in the spirit. They have more life in them than many men my age or younger.&lt;br /&gt;They also show me the value of friendship and comraderie. I don't know how long they've all been friends but I do know that they enjoy each other's company enough to want to get together early every morning. They show me the value of commitment. Because of it they continue to benefit from the daily exercise that is so vital to maintaining an active lifestyle at their age and at any age.&lt;br /&gt;They are passionate in their dedication to keeping healthy and active and they're doing it with style!&lt;br /&gt;I hope I continue to spot them on my way to work every day. Its great to be inspired by great leaders, sports heroes and historical figures but its even greater to find inspiration in people we meet in our everyday life or even in each other. Way to go White Cap Club!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;"The Quality of a persons Life is in Direct Portion to their commitment to Excellence, Regardless of their chosen field of endeavor."&lt;br /&gt;-Vince Lombardi&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-112359362747842963?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/112359362747842963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=112359362747842963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112359362747842963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112359362747842963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2005/08/every-morning-while-driving-on-my-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-112351062586235763</id><published>2005-08-08T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T07:27:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The comfort zone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/Picture%20019new.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/320/Picture%20019new.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;The comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Body language experts say men and women have an invisible area around them that should never be invaded. This personal space is different for each individual but we all have it and it can be very incomfortable to have to deal with someone who steps into this area that only exists in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;In the same way, over the years we all develop "a comfort zone" in relation to our our everyday interactions with people. "We all like to give the impression that we embrace change and that we live for things that are new and different. But when it comes down to decision time, most of us stick to a very short list of comfortable situations that define what's called our 'comfort zone' "(Jim Turner)&lt;br /&gt;Experience and character play the greatest part in shaping our "comfort zone" and it can be very challenging to try and break out of our routine. Everyone of us, to a higher or lesser degree, have been functioning within some self-imposed limits because it makes life easier. For one second lets stop thinking about life having to be comfortable and easy and lets step into the realm of exciting, passionate and limitless for starts.&lt;br /&gt;For some getting out of their comfort zone might mean just starting up a conversation with a stranger or a co-worker we would like to get to know. For some it could mean finally taking that dream vacation that will cost lots of money but that will create priceless memories and experiences. For others it might mean going home and really trying to talk to our loved ones so that we create genuine relationships. Its not easy, but nothing really worthwhile ever is, at least not in my experience.&lt;br /&gt;Here's a little poem from an Unknown Author that speaks clearly about the benefits of taking the first step:&lt;br /&gt;MY COMFORT ZONE&lt;br /&gt;By Author Unknown&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a comfort zone where I knew I wouldn't fail.&lt;br /&gt;The same four walls and busywork were really more like jail.&lt;br /&gt;I longed so much to do the things I'd never done before,&lt;br /&gt;But stayed inside my comfort zone and paced the same old floor.&lt;br /&gt;I said it didn't matter that I wasn't doing much.&lt;br /&gt;I said I didn't care for things like commission checks and such.&lt;br /&gt;I claimed to be so busy with the things inside the zone,&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside I longed for something special of my own.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let my life go by just watching others win.&lt;br /&gt;I held my breath; I stepped outside and let the change begin.&lt;br /&gt;I took a step and with new strength I'd never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;I kissed my comfort zone goodbye and closed and locked the door.&lt;br /&gt;If you're in a comfort zone, afraid to venture out,&lt;br /&gt;Remember that all winners were at one time filled with doubt.&lt;br /&gt;A step or two and words of praise can make your dreams come true.&lt;br /&gt;Reach for your future with a smile; success is there for you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-112351062586235763?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/112351062586235763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=112351062586235763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112351062586235763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112351062586235763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2005/08/comfort-zone.html' title='The comfort zone'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15140238.post-112325284918423675</id><published>2005-08-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T07:51:41.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you thinking what I'm thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/1600/eaglebeach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3757/1392/320/eaglebeach.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you thinking what I'm thinking? Long stretch of beach, crystal clear water, bright sunny sky... okay okay I'm just dreaming aren't I? But who says I'm not allowed?&lt;br /&gt;We always ask children what they want to be when they grow up and we take their answers very seriously. The purpose of this question is to open up their mind to the endless possibilities life offers them, to enhance their self-confidence and to instill in them the idea that with hard work and perseverance they are sure to achieve anything. In other words, we allow them to dream.&lt;br /&gt;As adults we deny ourselves this privilege yet if we were to continue asking ourselves the question: What do I want to be? we would be ever evolving, open to change and each new day would be an opportunity to learn something new. Have you stopped dreaming or do you allow yourself to believe that, as crazy as it may seem to others, your dreams will come true? The harsh realities of life do take a toll on us over time but in a sense we must continue to have the mind of a child- when a child dreams of being something or of something happening they don't think of all the obstacles ahead. Dreams are even powerful enough to bring about social change. When Martin Luther King gave his "I have a dream" speech, he inspired a whole generation to believe the impossible.&lt;br /&gt;As part of a recent classroom assignment, 7th and 8th grade students at the Bruderhof in Chester (New York) examined King's speech - and attempted to put their own dreams on paper.&lt;br /&gt;Here is an excerpt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have a dream that one day, brother shall not fight against brother. There shall be no difference of race but all shall live as one great family: great in love, in peace, in joy. There shall be no rich, no poor, no downtrodden and despised, but all shall be equals in love; men, women, and children. I dream that from ocean to ocean, from earth to sky the message of love will speed with the wings of an eagle and the fins of a dolphin and the paws of a leopard until all creation might raise its voice in song of praise; joyful praise to the Creator." Shaina Huleatt, 12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day&lt;br /&gt;"We have learned to fly the air like birds and swim the sea like fish, but we have not learned the simple art of living together as brothers and sisters."&lt;br /&gt;M.L.K., 1963&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15140238-112325284918423675?l=christinarojas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/feeds/112325284918423675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15140238&amp;postID=112325284918423675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112325284918423675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15140238/posts/default/112325284918423675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://christinarojas.blogspot.com/2005/08/are-you-thinking-what-im-thinking.html' title='Are you thinking what I&apos;m thinking?'/><author><name>Dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05924301640522887343</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
