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      <title>Father&#39;s Day Blues...</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;Last year, I went to a different church for Father’s Day, keen to avoid the big song and dance that usually ensues on the day at my regular one. Being a &lt;em&gt;very single&lt;/em&gt; thirty-six year old bloke — a few months shy of turning thirty-seven — does put celebrations of fatherhood in perspective, the realisation being that that phase of life is at least eighteen months away for me.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I suppose rather than bemoan my fate, I can ask myself the difficult questions, trying to wrap my head around why I am still a single bloke. To be honest, the year of being thirty-five was the one in which I most seriously began to think and see myself as a father. Still though, a couple of liaisons down the road, the sense is very much one of getting to the party a tad late.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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      <title>On... The Crux of the Matter</title>
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      <description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;First off..  Our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href=&#34;http://www.thinkboxcrew.com/&#34;&gt;PROJECT&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is live……. Stop over and show us some love aight!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href=&#34;http://ablackjamesbond.com/&#34;&gt;ABlackJamesBond&lt;/a&gt; asked a particularly intriguing question on the last post on his blog - &lt;a href=&#34;http://ablackjamesbond.com/?p=121&#34;&gt;contemplating&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Would the boy you were yesterday be proud of the man you are today?&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;I wish I had straight forward answers, a Yes or a No. But I’m finding out that the more I think about it, the more it seems the answer is both &lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Yes,&lt;/em&gt; I’ve met and exceeded &lt;em&gt;most&lt;/em&gt; of my targets; &lt;em&gt;No&lt;/em&gt; because in some regards, I have done stuff the boy of yesterday, who stood with great enthusiasm on the cusp of greatness would cringe to even hear of. Deep down sometimes I argue with myself, wondering if perhaps I have even delivered on the huge potentials I know I once had.&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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