“We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations.”
~ Anais Nin
A Pondering Mind 
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“We are mature in one realm, childish in another.” I’ve seen this in many people, including myself.
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I agree, Mike.
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well my friend– this body of decrepit layers, cells and constellations wishes you a most joyous Christmas and New Year.
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Thank you, and the same to you.
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Who could ever argue with that. 🙂 Merry, merry, Donald. I hope you get lots of books for Christmas and just sit back and relax with hot cup of coffee, surrounded by warmth and good book. 🙂
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Thank you, Georgiann. Wishing you the best and may next year be a better year for you.
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Thank you. As long as my cat is happy, I’m good. The kids are getting better, but not in time for getting together. We’ll just have a late holiday. Looking forward to a wonderful new year and lots of reading and a very long summer. LOL Have a lovely weekend.
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You’re welcome. Lots of happy reading, and stay safe and warm.
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So many things on my TBR piles. Can’t wait to finish one so I can start another. 🙂
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The same with me.
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How wonderful. Happy Christmas Eve. 🙂
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Thank you, and you too.
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