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The last month of 2012 came as a big surprise to me. Now, I don’t mean that December rolled around — it always does. But this December did not follow any plan I had made, and I am a planner and somewhat of an organizer. I know what I intend to do and usually have a plan to get it done in a timely manner.

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I’ve been giving some thought to the beautiful photograph of the brave and fierce looking lion someone sent me on my Facebook page. I’ve come to the conclusion that perhaps we can get a wrong message from the saying that has been attached: “Walk in like Goliath and fight like David.” We all remember cartoons and stories from our youth explaining clearly that the lion is the king of the jungle and when he roars, the other animals cower in fear and run to hide. He is known to be a killer when he is on the hunt for food or guarding his den.

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It’s no secret around my house that I love the holidays. From pre-Thanksgiving through the first of the New Year, I have decorations, music, ideas, plans and, so far, the energy to make them happen. I also celebrate a milestone birthday this year among all the other festivity. My home now has bright fall leaves in oranges, golds, rusts, reds and yellows, although they are silk and not real. They are carefully nestled among pumpkins, gourds, nuts and other similes of fall.

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An article caught my attention recently, and I found it to be interesting reading. The writing centered on the word “ego” and what it basically means in our lives. I have often heard a person say, “That guy has such an ego.” Or perhaps, “That woman thrives on her own ego.” But what do they mean?
One writer describes ego as the “I complex.” In other words, life is all about the one person, and they thinks they’re more perfect than their counterparts. Generally, it is difficult to be around someone with a big ego even if they haven’t accomplished a lot to brag about in their life.

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The good old days probably mean many different things to different people. I find myself remarking more and more about them when I think of certain, places, people or events. My old pastor used to say he did not long for the good ole days, as some said they did. He said he did not miss hot houses, no air conditioning to sleep in at night, plowing a mule through a dusty field, having to grow everything his family ate, or traveling by horse and buggy, and to him, those were memories of the good old days.

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