{"id":1217,"date":"2020-04-17T06:06:00","date_gmt":"2020-04-17T12:06:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/?p=1217"},"modified":"2026-07-20T13:20:48","modified_gmt":"2026-07-20T19:20:48","slug":"making-pizza-on-cookie-sheets","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/making-pizza-on-cookie-sheets\/","title":{"rendered":"Making Pizza On Cookie Sheets"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"wp-block-image is-style-rounded\">\n<figure class=\"alignright size-full\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"365\" height=\"268\" src=\"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/2020-04-17.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2703\" srcset=\"https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/2020-04-17.jpg 365w, https:\/\/rglongpre.ca\/naturism\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/04\/2020-04-17-300x220.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 365px) 100vw, 365px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Some days are more frustrating than others, and then there is that moment when the universe sends you a message so that you come back to your senses. For myself, and in my opinion, frustration to life is a personal response, not necessarily a conscious response. And to be honest, it is rarely a conscious response.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">I am a laid back person and what frustrates my wife or others, typically doesn\u2019t frustrate me. I don\u2019t for a moment discount the real frustration that others&nbsp;<em><strong>feel<\/strong>.&nbsp;<\/em>We all have our own degrees of tolerance for various types of situations, a range of tolerance responses. Our feeling responses are based on our individual life history. What then frustrates me, doesn\u2019t typically match up with what frustrates others.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">For example, I get frustrated when I sense I don\u2019t have control of my personal world, especially when it comes to nudity.&nbsp; While walking in the country today, I got frustrated. I saw the hills where I would walk completely free, free-hiking. I ached to be free-hiking, yet here I was, bundled up in three layers, a necessary three layers, in order to stay warm while walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Just a month ago, I wore next to nothing for my long-distance hikes \u2013 a pair of tan through mini briefs. At appropriate locations, even these briefs would disappear and I would savour sunshine on every square inch\/cm of my body for literally hours at a time. Now, I try to capture the same feeling while the temperatures try to nudge the zero Celsius mark on the thermometer, a few moments at a time. For those few moments, frustration dissipates.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Yesterday evening, just before eight, I went onto the back deck and saw the colours of the sunset to the west-northwest. I forgot about the chill [cold for many others] and I simply breathed it all in. At that moment, I knew that somehow I was blessed. I had my health, I had my freedom, I had my home, and I was with my life-mate.&nbsp; I breathed freely and was frustration free.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\">Find your magical moments and breathe.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"wp-block-paragraph\"><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Some days are more frustrating than others, and then there is that moment when the universe sends you a message so that you come back to your senses. For myself, and in my opinion, frustration to life is a personal response, not necessarily a conscious response. And to be honest, it is rarely a conscious response. I am a laid back person and what frustrates my wife or others, typically doesn\u2019t frustrate me. 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