
©Doug S. 2014
Sunny New Year’s Eve.
Gaze upstream, into tomorrow
What do I control?
...in my Mind's Eye
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December 31, 2014 at 6:51 PM
Your perception is what you control. Happy New Year!
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December 31, 2014 at 7:08 PM
I believe that is true, although sometimes perceptions can be wrong. But we always have total control over how we respond to events.
And Happy New Year to you, too. It’s going to be an interesting one. 🙂
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