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My personalized browser

I have my browser (Firefox) arranged so that it's an instant picker-upper. The moment I sit in front of the computer, I'm given a jolt of positive energy.

For starters, I've changed the default homepage, which used to be Yahoo, then Google, to The Daily Motivator, a page by a man named Ralph Marston that posts short motivational and inspirational words on a daily basis.

Today's words hit the spot for me.
Someday has arrived

Life is now. Stop waiting for your opportunity to fully live and realize that it is already here. Perhaps you have always thought that someday you will follow your dreams. The fact is, someday has now arrived. Your authentic purpose is calling out to you. Now is the time to be fulfilling that purpose. Go now in the direction you've always known you must go. Allow the unique and beautiful person you are to come fully to life. Let go of the excuses and rationalizations that keep you mired in disappointment and frustration. Move quickly forward by continually reminding yourself of why you are doing so. This is the moment for bold, yet sincere action. Someday is here, and the richness of life is now yours to experience.
After I read what's posted on The Daily Motivator, I click on the Google icon on my Bookmarks Toolbar, which opens to http://www.google.com/ig.

My personalized Google page looks like this:


The theme is a fairly new feature (I chose Cityscape), and what I love about it is that it changes colors depending on the time of day. I still haven't gotten it to follow Manila time, though.

I have several useful widgets in my page too: my Google Calendar, RL ToDoList, Dictionary.com Word of the Day, Seize the Day (a widget that tracks your goals), and a Bloglines Notifier (I used Bloglines as my blog feed reader). I used to have a separate page for fun reads (widgets of PerezHilton.com, Reuters' Oddly Enough, et cetera) but I accidentally cleared the cache, and they're all gone.

My favorite feature is a Daily Affirmation widget from Affirmation Planet. It's a lot like The Daily Motivator, except that it only posts affirmations, which are usually only a sentence long.

One of these days, I'll put the fun reads and games back. :)

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