Today’s Post Written By: Rae Lynn DeAngelisI read something recently that sparked a memory from my childhood. I was reminded of a gadget that would be considered somewhat archaic by today’s standards but got the job done. It was a little hand held label maker – simple to use. You merely twisted the dial, lining up the black arrow with the desired letter, and pulled the trigger. The device produced letters and words that were pressed into a thin strip of plastic. After the backing was removed, the sticky label was ready to be applied.I was fascinated by this little instrument and spent more time than I care to admit affixing labels to just about everything.The labels eventually fell off, only to be found laterĀ in some remote location of our home. No longer sticky, the tags had forfeited their usefulness and were thrown into the trash.Today, I sometimes catch myself consciously or subconsciously ascribing labels. Sadly, the labels are not applied to random items, butĀ rather to random people. I’m tempted to throw people into a box and slap a label on them.Chronic Complainer””Debbie Downer””Needy Nancy””Skinny Minnie””Jolly Juniper”However

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