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		<title>New Year &#8211; get it together!</title>
		<link>http://www.denanicole.com/2011/01/06/new-year-better-late-than-never/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 06 Jan 2011 05:36:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[2010 &#8211; where to start? Last year was a time of big change for me. Personally, professionally, emotionally, and intellectually. To say it was a difficult year would be an understatement. I buried one friend, and one acquaintance. I broke off a 3 year relationship. My business was sued and went all the way to [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>2010 &#8211; where to start? Last year was a time of big change for me. Personally, professionally, emotionally, and intellectually. To say it was a difficult year would be an understatement. I buried one friend, and one acquaintance. I broke off a 3 year relationship. My business was sued and went all the way to trial. I fell in love and promptly had my trust horribly betrayed. I voluntarily moved out of the home I had lived in the longest in my entire life. I gave up my dogs. I spent half the year in the depressing wasteland known as suburban Detroit. I produced a film which was a constant battle on set and off every day. I watched as close friends went through divorces, lost parents, and lost jobs. I left 2010 feeling buffeted about by life in general.</p>
<p>Now this isn&#8217;t a feeling I&#8217;m comfortable with. I am not a victim of circumstance. I created a magical life which I (in general) love from a place of nothing. I take pride in the fact that my life is how I&#8217;ve decided to make it. So I was left wondering what I am supposed to be learning from the past year. I mean, for the love of God, people don&#8217;t have years like that for nothing&#8230;right?</p>
<p>But as I look back, I realize I also let the year affect me in ways I shouldn&#8217;t have. I practically stopped writing. I almost entirely stopped shooting pictures. I fell out of touch with some people who are very important to me. I stopped trying to grow my business, and just maintained. I can&#8217;t come up with a single new challenge I gave myself and took on. For the love of God, I didn&#8217;t even leave the country once last year. And none of that is &#8220;me&#8221;.</p>
<p>So, my 2011 is going to be about a year of rebuilding. Of putting my life back together in a new, better form than it has ever been. Because THAT, my friends, is what I do and who I am. I figure out solutions. I live with a smile on my face, embracing challenges and asking life &#8220;what else ya got for me?&#8221; That is the person I see in the mirror, not a person who just drifts through, taking what is handed. I self-identify as a risk taker, challenge seeker, problem solver, and joyful, joyful person. New home, new relationship, new ways of doing business. By the end of 2011, I expect my life will look nearly unrecognizable from where it is now.</p>
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		<title>Hey, I never said this was going to be ENTIRELY about work</title>
		<link>http://www.denanicole.com/2009/06/02/hey-i-never-said-this-was-going-to-be-entirely-about-work/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Jun 2009 05:14:17 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dena</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Tonight, I arrived home to something I knew was coming, but had been anxiously awaiting. One of my best girlfriend&#8217;s Save the Date cards. The Public Defender and I went to the same college and were roommates a couple years later immediately after both of us broke up with our (now) ex-fiances,  and were getting [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Tonight, I arrived home to something I knew was coming, but had been anxiously awaiting. One of my best girlfriend&#8217;s Save the Date cards. The Public Defender and I went to the same college and were roommates a couple years later immediately after both of us broke up with our (now) ex-fiances,  and were getting our lives back together. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times&#8230;nah, it was just the best of times. </p>
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<p>She moved into my house for about 9 months, while she was shifted around in the public defense &#8220;system&#8221; of LA  (seriously, the way public defenders are trained is crazy. They have to go through multiple court houses, so there&#8217;s no way they can actually settle until they get through a huge number of systemic upheavals) The Public Defender was living with me while I started my business, and has seen it grow from a spark in my eye (before she had even passed the BAR), to Tuesday night meetings around the dining room table, to offices and an office Christmas party (in her words: &#8220;holy crap, that&#8217;s stuff my mom has to worry about!&#8221;), to me being across the country working when she was proposed to. </p>
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<p>The Public Defender is a lot of things I aspire to be. She knows her convictions, and allows those to be her guide in life. She has a contruct of values and lives her life according to them&#8230;both personally and professionally. </p>
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<p> Now, I&#8217;m not saying that I agree with her opinions and convictions on things. In fact, some of the best times we have are over a bottle of cab, disagreeing. But, her singular purpose to live life behind the beliefs she has committed to is inspiring. </p>
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<p>and makes me change a little every day.</p>
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