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The Exercise Room

Transformation is the driver of self-actualization.I am taking a short break after a lovely morning workout in my exercise room. The attic of my townhouse from Barnesworth Anubis is huge, light and airy, perfect for a playroom or, for singletons like me, for a room to dance, exercise and even chill with a book on the massage table after a workout.

Transformation is the driver of self-actualization.

From left to right: dust bunny . basket table @ The Arcade, tres blah- Cozy Winter – Space Heater (Rose) @ The Arcade fucifino.Orleans Collection Framed Art (Texture Change) llorisen // eclectic stacked cushions RARE (copy) [ zerkalo ] Magical Christmas – Tiny Tree @ The Arcade dust bunny . robin nest . silver @ The Arcade dust bunny . porcelain deer @ The Arcade PLAAKA FlowerVase Pink Cone @ The Arcade ::{u.f.o}::Swan Lake, Act1 – haning ballet shoes blue, purple, pink and white ::{u.f.o}::Swan Lake, Act1 – ballerina clock coral llorisen // eclectic hello sign RARE (copy) ::{u.f.o}::Swan Lake, Act1 – en haut wall hanging llorisen // eclectic hello sign RARE (copy) Tres Blah Glitter Sign ANE SLON SET – Frame 01 20.aisling. Rugs @ The Arcade 17.aisling. Cushion Stool@ The Arcade 16.aisling. Potted Plant @ The Arcade 21.aisling. Candles @ The Arcade Dutchie sequenced yoga mat blue

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When you dream

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One of the joys of Second Life is allowing us to inhabit parallel lives, the lives we dreamed in our youth. Like many of you, I dreamed of all sorts of “when I grow up” scenarios. Mostly I said I wanted to be an archeologist when I grew up, but there were times when I declared my intent for president, supreme court justice, artist and dancer. Of course, I did grow up to inhabit none of these dreams, finding instead my adult dream as a political activist. I am happy with my adult dreams and only feel a faint nostalgic wistfulness for my childhood dreams. How fun it is, though, to live those dreams as an avatar. This season’s offerings from The Arcade are really the stuff dreams are made of.

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