Time being the precious commodity that it is, I find myself spending more and more of it on the simple little things which, in my own judgment, I've come to consider as having value. I've tried to stop spinning my wheels in order to put in appearances at functions or other activities just because it might be politically correct or, in some other selfish way, advantageous to do so. In the process of intentionally separating myself from the rat race, I've discovered the unexpected benefit of being able to identify more clearly those individuals who are totally immersed in climbing ladders, be
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