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When I was four, we took a trip to NYC to visit my aunt.  While we were walking around Manhattan, my mom, always looking to impress (and having lived in NYC for many years at one point), told me that you could buy anything there.  And I, always trying to challenge (and desperate to have a new baby brother or sister like everyone else in my nursery school class), shouted "I know something you can't buy here:  A BABY!" 

There was a moment of silence, and then it was quietly explained to me that yes, sadly, some people do buy and sell babies. She wasn't talking about adoption.

good words to live by, I think

I hope what you are after
is an exchange...
not
a reaction

--Portia Nelson

to change

So I'm realizing that I don't do well with change.  At all.  And while I think it's okay to indulge myself a little bit by avoiding some sorts of [unnecessary] change, I tend to overdo it.  A lot.

I need to push myself to be more adaptable, or at least practice adapting.  Evolution, baby. ¡Viva la . . . no.  I refuse to go there.