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	<title>Comments on: No Better Life Than This One: Choosing Joy</title>
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	<description>Boldly bucking convention and common sense so you don&#039;t have to.</description>
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		<title>By: Dad</title>
		<link>http://forgeover.com/articles/2010/07/31/no-better-life-than-this-one-choosing-joy/comment-page-1#comment-187</link>
		<dc:creator>Dad</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 02 Aug 2010 14:19:22 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&lt;p&gt;Oh, I know that feeling.  When I&#039;m in a rage over a bolt I&#039;ve just broken and wanting to stir the insides of the engine compartment up with a flailing wrench, my better side, usually missing in action at the moment, would tell me it&#039;s time to take a break and come back later if only it could be heard.  Sometimes my better side is my better half.  She lures me away with the promise of food or fun.  Almost always the problem is easier when I come back.  Usually, the solution lies in making some decision I&#039;ve been avoiding; like buying the right tool, or moving something that I&#039;ve been trying to work around and was just too lazy to take out.&lt;/p&gt;
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