<div class="floatleft"><div align="center">(http://www.mediafire.com/convkey/132c/qanv0vlare944wbzg.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><strong>Jaclyn Rosendahl</strong></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;">Entrepreneur<br/><em>About Jaclyn</em> (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=289408.msg14241614#msg14241614)<br/> ‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾‾ </span></span></div></div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… sit back and laugh … set down my spoon to tick off points on my fingers …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “Peter, my childhood was wonderful But very normal, at least until Dad died in an accident. But even that was normal, y’know? Mom and I carried on and we got the ranch settled and got her moved to where she could work for a living. She does okay for herself and I can afford to help out but she doesn’t like accepting help. She lives okay and works 6 days a week and has a glass of wine before she goes to bed. Her life. Now one I can settle for, but her life. I offer her trips to my properties and she declines. So it goes.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>… another finger up …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “I’ve journaled my entire life. I burn them after reading them twice because they’re the past. They’re either about the past which is over and done with or made up reality and I’d rather live the real thing today and looking to tomorrow. Amor fati and memento mori. Seneca and Epictetus. Today is quality living as best I possibly can doing what I do. Personally, I think I’m doing okay but nowhere near my best yet.”</span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><em>…  drop my hand … take a bite  of the breakfast and set the spoon down … wipe my mouth … big drink of water … my hand goes back up and I add a third finger to the count …</em></span></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">  “And third, enough breakfast. You going to join me in a car touring this city? If not, let’s meet in the bar at 6 and decide what to do about dinner.”</span></span><br/>