tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post3151316010559651001..comments2023-10-19T09:39:50.827-04:00Comments on Heptadecagon: BelieveTimmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02741762709920172138noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-8144117233127757352016-03-14T22:57:27.684-04:002016-03-14T22:57:27.684-04:00Agreed!!Agreed!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-56110284816851441922016-03-14T15:14:18.028-04:002016-03-14T15:14:18.028-04:00I agree with you! I think I led my that way for mu...I agree with you! I think I led my that way for much of the 25 years before I met my husband. So glad we can say we aren't doing that anymore. Christinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03926598826215431046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-999702722882813136.post-81182793260828478372016-03-14T13:18:59.509-04:002016-03-14T13:18:59.509-04:00Poignant words. They describe much of my young lif...Poignant words. They describe much of my young life. Not that I'm old, but the house I grew up in and my time in the military were shrouded by this mentality for me; success merely because the fear of failure was so strong. It left no time for sitting still, or ability to create. I think that is why it wasn't until long after the fact that I began to really know myself. When I stopped striving to scale the rod others had put before me I actually began to consider what rod I wanted to learn to scale myself.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com