<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153</id><updated>2011-09-30T08:16:22.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>growing in gratitude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-1927610178506795560</id><published>2011-03-17T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-17T20:22:17.205-07:00</updated><title type='text'>today i am grateful for . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cF1nf1OqMz4/TYLPyLK6PkI/AAAAAAAAADk/8EhJWw3WEJI/s1600/100_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585254948791795266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cF1nf1OqMz4/TYLPyLK6PkI/AAAAAAAAADk/8EhJWw3WEJI/s320/100_0506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;trees&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;silence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;doug's voice on the phone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing everything is going to be okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;friends whom i've never seen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;connections made &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;baby smiles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;roasted brussel sprouts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;homemade lemonade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-1927610178506795560?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1927610178506795560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=1927610178506795560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/1927610178506795560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/1927610178506795560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2011/03/today-i-am-grateful-for.html' title='today i am grateful for . . .'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cF1nf1OqMz4/TYLPyLK6PkI/AAAAAAAAADk/8EhJWw3WEJI/s72-c/100_0506.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-4394989817637297691</id><published>2011-01-01T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:48:56.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1/1/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_lcHSeQCI/AAAAAAAAADY/pBu5WnQs-78/s1600/DSCF2019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557412736354107426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_lcHSeQCI/AAAAAAAAADY/pBu5WnQs-78/s320/DSCF2019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_k0PMSNiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KwOhpvHPUBU/s1600/DSCF2006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557412051280868898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_k0PMSNiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/KwOhpvHPUBU/s320/DSCF2006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_kRKr0ATI/AAAAAAAAADI/SfifkFoP2V8/s1600/DSCF1999.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557411448775508274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_kRKr0ATI/AAAAAAAAADI/SfifkFoP2V8/s320/DSCF1999.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year, dear ones. A new year - new possibilites, new dreams to reach for - a slate wiped clean. My goal for this year is to post a picture a day. I do believe I've set this goal for myself before. Perhaps this will be the year I achieve it. This will be a year of adventure for me. A year of seeing how big I can dream. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today was a good creative day. I wasn't feeling all that well this morning - but even so I started my morning pages (got interrupted, but i did start ;). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then this afternoon, I made myself get up and out of this apartment and take some pictures. A beautiful, simple start to 2011.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I am grateful for~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my health&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;abundant love in my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;kleenex with lotion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the healing powers of homemade chicken soup&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the glorious colors of nature&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-4394989817637297691?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4394989817637297691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=4394989817637297691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4394989817637297691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4394989817637297691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2011/01/1111.html' title='1/1/11'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/TR_lcHSeQCI/AAAAAAAAADY/pBu5WnQs-78/s72-c/DSCF2019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-6091362503532357606</id><published>2009-12-02T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:27:44.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>blessings - great and small</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaZhLsZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S4UcFPhfGwo/s1600-h/DSCF8566.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410752134271231474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaZhLsZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S4UcFPhfGwo/s320/DSCF8566.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410752125527456146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaZAnA-ZI/AAAAAAAAACs/LHlmWT6QEzQ/s320/DSCF8539.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaY_ZmU-I/AAAAAAAAACk/gWkwb_UuyFg/s1600-h/DSCF8537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410752125202748386" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaY_ZmU-I/AAAAAAAAACk/gWkwb_UuyFg/s320/DSCF8537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;blessings are all around us - some are easy to see - a prime parking place, a baby's giggle, a gorgeous sunset, a perfect meal - and some you have to look to find. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today, i attended the funeral service of a little girl who attended Gymboree. she was adorable, the cutest pigtails you've ever seen and the most beautiful smile. i can't say i knew her well. they didn't come to class every week - but i do remember her - so sweet and so happy! i never knew she had medical problems most of her life and that she spent a lot of her short life at the hospital undergoing procedures and tests. you'd never have guessed that seeing her at Gymboree chasing bubbles, dancing, climbing, sliding, singing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today's the kind of day it's easy to see blessings. they're everywhere. you see the world clearer on days like this. you recognize what really matters. sitting in that church today, filled to the walls with people honoring that precious girl's memory, it was crystal clear to me what life is all about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it's about love. family and friends (our chosen family, really) and time spent with them. reaching out every chance you get to say "i love you" "you matter to me" "thank you for touching my life"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;because although we all know this, we don't practice it near as much as we should - tomorrow is not guaranteed. (as i write this, the sun just broke through the clouds and is shining on the ocean brilliantly. i think ella is perhaps agreeing with me :) all we have for sure is this moment, right now. i only wish it didn't take events like this to make me remember how fragile life is - how precious each second is we're given.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but that's human nature i suppose - to get wrapped up in minutae that in the grand scheme makes no difference at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so today, i would like to thank ella for reminding me of the blessings - great and small - all around me. and i want to send out love to all of you reading this - you have all touched my life in some way - and i am truly grateful for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;may joy be in your heart today knowing you are loved - and please reach out to someone today and tell them you love them. we all need to say it more - and hear it - and mean it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;love, love, love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tricia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-6091362503532357606?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SxbaZhLsZfI/AAAAAAAAAC0/S4UcFPhfGwo/s72-c/DSCF8566.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-8611440957732323916</id><published>2009-01-29T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T07:09:13.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pushing through</title><content type='html'>it's been a tough week.  the voices inside can be deafening - and defeating.  and exhausting.  i'm tired of listening to them.  i choose to push through the negative right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i'm taking another step towards my dreams.  towards shining my light out into the world even further.  i'm - as they say - feeling the fear and doing it anyways.  yes, it's a risk and there's a chance it won't work - but what if it does?  what if i'm the best baby signs instructor the world has ever known?  what if there are parents and babies out there needing to communicate and play and learn and i didn't do it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, here goes.  i'll do my training next week and then start to market myself.  and open up to all the possibilities.  baby steps.  moving forward - even if it's only by an inch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today i am creating possibility for expanding my dream of helping parents and children communicate.  i am creating new avenues for me to challenge myself.  i am creating a more abundant life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am creating me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-8611440957732323916?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8611440957732323916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=8611440957732323916' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/8611440957732323916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/8611440957732323916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/pushing-through.html' title='pushing through'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-8814741969086301993</id><published>2009-01-23T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T14:36:57.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alone time</title><content type='html'>i love being alone.  too much i think.  i have books and tv and the internet and a phone call to my mom every couple of days and work to keep me from being a complete hermit.  but i often am amazed at the effort it still takes me sometimes to do every day things.  interacting with people in any kind of social atmosphere that i'm at all unsure of or not familiar with is terrifying to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet, i interact with people all the time.  i just make myself do it.  and i keep thinking it will get easier.  and i suppose, on one level, it does.  but inside, i'm still that little girl who would get my little sister to go up to the counter and order the ice cream cone because i was too scared to do it myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being alone this week has brought back to me how comfortable i am with shutting out the outside world.  it's not healthy for me, though.  not physically or emotionally.  it makes me sedentary and passive and lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i picked up the phone and made that phone call i've been putting off this morning.  with a little nudge from the universe.  and it went beautifully.  and with this new opportunity i will once again be forced to put myself out there.  to speak to people about my passion and make connections and stretch beyond my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you universe, for pushing me and thank you me for moving forward and not pushing back too hard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-8814741969086301993?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/8814741969086301993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=8814741969086301993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/8814741969086301993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/8814741969086301993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/alone-time.html' title='alone time'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-1318532619032488487</id><published>2009-01-16T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T07:34:21.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay, I'm ready</title><content type='html'>I had a medium breakdown the last day or so.  I say medium because I didn't completely lose myself, but it wasn't just a little crying jag because of pms, either.  it was me, speaking the truth.  which is still so hard for me.  i, as so many of you, have spent a lot of my life trying not to rock the boat.  saying everything's fine.  making sure everyone's okay.  which eventually led to me hiding - hiding things from others, but the worst of it was me trying to hide from myself.  with food.  with tv.  with gambling.  last year i did a good job facing those demons.  with stepping into the light.  but, as i said in my previous post, this journey isn't a straight line, a steady upward path toward health and wholeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a messy, twisting, glorious, challenging (there's that word again), road that gets dark sometimes.  i'm proud of myself for yesterday though.  the shadows surrounded me and i cried and panicked and beat myself up and took on waaaaay too much as my responsibility for about 24 hours or so - and then, i looked at what was really happening.  so, we have some debt.  we haven't been responsible with our financial health (they key word in that sentence is WE - i am not alone in this).  now we know the real numbers and we can take steps to move toward that financial health.  he's back to work now and i'm exploring other opportunities for my income.  and that's it.  it's not a death sentence.  a cross i have to bear.  it's one facet of our lives that we need to get healthy.  and we will.  one step at a time (with a couple of trips, stumbles and backwards steps along the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amazing what happens when you look at the truth as opposed to hiding things away.  and breathing helps too - a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for the truth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready to see what life has to offer me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm ready for all the blessings coming my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all that 2009 has in store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-1318532619032488487?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1318532619032488487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=1318532619032488487' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/1318532619032488487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/1318532619032488487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/okay-im-ready.html' title='Okay, I&apos;m ready'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-6746109115319738967</id><published>2009-01-13T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T07:32:50.235-08:00</updated><title type='text'>letting go of expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;i'm always amazed at how quick i am to beat myself up for not living up to my own expectations. no matter how unrealistic they are. last year i committed to losing some weight. and i did (yay me!) - but it was a process, a up and down, back and forth, ebb and flow. some days i made healthy choices and some days i didn't. and i succeeded in the long run because i kept myself moving - yes, sometimes it was "backwards" movement, but i still kept moving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the years fly by and i get older and see more of the world and the fascinating people that live here the more i realize that life is made up of these crooked journeys and shades of grey. sometimes, i think about how much easier it would be if everything was labeled clearly - to get here you have to do this and this and this. to find a best friend you go here and ask for one. the people in the white hats are good, the people in the black hats are bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but then, the world would be a lot less interesting and colorful and challenging if that were the case. (although some days i long for less challenge :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was all filled with inspiration and ideas and lofty goals a week or so ago - and then a day passed, then two and then i thought, see - you're not gonna do this again. you say you're going to take pictures and blog and "create" but here you are letting day after day pass by and you didn't create a ding dang thing. oh, those old tapes are difficult to erase, aren't they??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the truth is though, i did create - i finished my vision boards!! and hung them up even, the healthy one on the fridge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290799101486693762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SWyxwD4R_YI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ZBbQjFUC24/s320/DSCF6166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and the other two in our bedroom where i see them every time i go to sleep and wake up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290799731226328738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SWyyUt16PqI/AAAAAAAAACU/tdW-62KrWzU/s320/DSCF6169.JPG" border="0" /&gt;and i've been taking my camera with me all over the place, to work, to the farmers' market, on walks.  i finally organized our bedroom some - got some clothes together to donate, put away all the christmas stuff, sent off some stuff in the mail i've been meaning to do forever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;so, i am creating - take that, inner critic!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i'm not posting every day, or taking photos every day - but i'm keeping myself moving.  i even started that list of 100 things i love about me - i'm only on 25 but hey, if i do 25 things every couple of weeks, i'll be to 100 in about 2 months and that's further ahead than i was three months ago, right?? ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;wishing you all a creative day today and remember to congratulate yourself for what you are getting done and not spend so much time beating yourself up for what you're not getting done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-6746109115319738967?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6746109115319738967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=6746109115319738967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/6746109115319738967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/6746109115319738967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/letting-go-of-expectations.html' title='letting go of expectations'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SWyxwD4R_YI/AAAAAAAAACM/_ZBbQjFUC24/s72-c/DSCF6166.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-4038340794979083097</id><published>2009-01-01T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:34:42.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009 - My Year to Create</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV02QboS6iI/AAAAAAAAACE/NtS6At2UF9g/s1600-h/DSCF6092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286441193525406242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV02QboS6iI/AAAAAAAAACE/NtS6At2UF9g/s320/DSCF6092.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;don't you love the possibility of a brand new year? so much to look forward to, to anticipate, to promise yourself, to begin. i have lots of projects, lists, things, ideas, dreams i've been putting off because the time wasn't right, or i didn't have enough money, or i didn't have the right body type, or i was just plain scared to start something else and not finish. well, today, this first day of january 2009 i'm giving myself permission to begin as many things as i can - and to finish them if possible of course - but it's really about giving myself the okay to just GO! start, dive in, stop waiting. the perfect time will never be here. and in the meantime life just keeps whizzing by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a precious soul, brandi, &lt;a href="http://lovingtheexperiment.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://lovingtheexperiment.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; clued me in to a blog by Christine Kane &lt;a href="http://www.christinekane.com/blog"&gt;www.ChristineKane.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;. i love this idea and have chosen my word for the year~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C R E A T E&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are an infinite list of things i'd like to create more of in my life. from photography projects to more time spent with friends/family to daily blog entries to more wealth in my life (both financially and spiritually) and on and on. i'm so excited about this word, this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i have started several new projects - a photo gratitude journal, a series of vision boards (see photo above), this blog entry - and there are 3 lists for sure that i know i will be working on today - 100 things i love about me, 100 things i want to do before i die and doug and i are going to create a list of 12 things we'd like to do this year together - 1 outing for every month.   i'd love to hear what word you'd like to focus on this year and/or if you have anything you've been putting off creating that you could start right now - i hereby give you the permission to begin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hooray for creating - i can't wait to see what happens!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-4038340794979083097?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4038340794979083097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=4038340794979083097' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4038340794979083097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4038340794979083097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-my-year-to-create.html' title='2009 - My Year to Create'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV02QboS6iI/AAAAAAAAACE/NtS6At2UF9g/s72-c/DSCF6092.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-4738920325460160755</id><published>2008-09-22T16:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T16:51:13.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>joy is a choice</title><content type='html'>choosing joy sounds so simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and some days it is.  days like today.  bike rides and hugs and kisses and kind words and love everywhere i look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there are the days when i see what i don't have.  money, room to stretch out, a baby of my own, a wedding day  .   .   .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but there again, that's a choice to view these things as something i'm lacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because the truth is i have all the room i need - just outside my front door is the pacific ocean reflecting the sunlight like tiny diamonds as far as i can see, so many babies loving me at my job and riley and shae, and i have a man who loves me and does all he can to make me smile and laugh and feel loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i will continue to choose  joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to focus on the love that swirls all around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending waves of love out to you today, dear ones.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-4738920325460160755?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4738920325460160755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=4738920325460160755' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4738920325460160755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4738920325460160755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2008/09/joy-is-choice.html' title='joy is a choice'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-2941029449719522281</id><published>2008-02-27T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T19:04:17.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>resisting</title><content type='html'>i fight with myself so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pushing against what i know is good for me.  coming up with reasons not to do the things i need to do to be healthy.  i resist going on walks, resist calling friends back, resist taking care of simple tasks that then turn into huge tasks, resist writing and reading words that i know will nourish me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems so simple. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i move my body, i feel so much better - physically as well as emotionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i speak with friends and feel that connection i feel myself relax and the noise in my head start to diminish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i take care of daily chores i feel so productive and on task when they're done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's as though i'm looking for ways to beat myself up.  and really, haven't i done that enough to myself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i put off taking my walk til the last possible moment - but i did go.  and for that i applaud myself.  i got up off the couch - put on my cute red sweatsuit and got my butt out there on the beach.  and there again - why do i resist going down to the ocean?  i've never been sorry to stand on the shore and hear the waves crash, smell the salt air, feel the wind strong against my skin, blowing my hair all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose, the point is i did go.  three months ago, i would not have gone.  and i would've been plenty mean to myself - and probably eaten some ice cream and had two glasses of wine with dinner.  tonight i will be having salad and a half a bbq pizza.  it feels good to be taking control of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to recognize that resistance as my ego trying to regain control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tonight i am grateful for~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~seeing the stars appear in the sky tonight on my way home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~feeling hungry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~laughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~warm, spring-like days at the end of February&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-2941029449719522281?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/2941029449719522281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=2941029449719522281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/2941029449719522281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/2941029449719522281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2008/02/resisting.html' title='resisting'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-1517396456361402168</id><published>2008-02-05T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:56:45.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new year ~ a new mindset</title><content type='html'>i feel free today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to smile at strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to look into my own eyes in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to wear jeans and feel confident about my body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to reach out to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to speak my truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;free to love myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last two months of 2007 were filled with pulling back the curtains (once again) and letting the light in where i had cowering in the darkness.  i had started gambling again last year around my birthday (may).  hiding from everyone - hiding from myself.  going down, down, down that slippery slope, lying, beating myself up, then doing it all again - round and round and round - spinning that web tighter and more intricately than i thought i'd ever get out of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then God slapped me in the face - "STOP THIS, TRICIA!!!!!!!".  He loves me so much, so much more than i have shown myself in the past.  and so i stood back up, stepped back on this path of self love that i have fallen off of so many times before.  i admitted my wrongdoing and got myself back into a GA meeting.  i have gone to one meeting a week for the past 71 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then at the end of December, i had an amazing conversation with my sister and step-mom that apparently i was ready to really hear.  they've been doing weight watchers and they encouraged me to join.  my weight has been a struggle for me all my life.  it's something i've never had the courage to truly face.  i've watched my sister succeed brilliantly over the past six months (she's lost 39 pounds so far and still going strong, go Kristi!!!!!) and with lots of encouragment from my stepmom (thanks, Cathy :) i decided to give it a go.  i attended my first WW meeting on December 27th and as of today i have lost 10.8 pounds.  i'm down one size in my clothes and feeling strong and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the key for me right now is remaining mindful ~ of my thoughts and my actions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking everything one moment at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the more my thoughts and actions move towards loving myself, the more the universe opens up to me and brings me exactly what i need to stay centered on this path. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel free today to love myself and for that i am grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-1517396456361402168?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/1517396456361402168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-6931774866694726601</id><published>2007-07-17T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T08:14:28.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hiding inside myself</title><content type='html'>isn't really hiding at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still there, the mean voices inside my head, judging me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;telling me to do things differently, to stop being so lazy, so quiet, so still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to create something, do something, move&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more adventures,&lt;br /&gt;then i spend my day off inside my apartment&lt;br /&gt;watching bad tv and shutting myself off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i make promises to myself i don't keep&lt;br /&gt;to take care of my body&lt;br /&gt;to take care of my mind&lt;br /&gt;to take care of my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hiding doesn't take care of any parts of myself&lt;br /&gt;folding down into my dark shadowy self&lt;br /&gt;pretending everything is "just fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i cheat myself like that?&lt;br /&gt;the world is a wondrous place when i choose to open the door&lt;br /&gt;i know this to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i beat myself up for taking "the easy way out"&lt;br /&gt;but, it doesn't feel easy&lt;br /&gt;this isolation i bring upon myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, today, i step outside of my head&lt;br /&gt;and breathe deep&lt;br /&gt;reaching into the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knowing that right this moment&lt;br /&gt;i am enough just as i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and although those words are difficult for me to believe&lt;br /&gt;i will continue to say them&lt;br /&gt;out loud and inside this noisy head of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i am grateful for~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*pregnant bellies&lt;br /&gt;*brave people&lt;br /&gt;*re-connecting with myself through this blog&lt;br /&gt;*dancingmermie for the inspiration to do so&lt;br /&gt;*doug getting a job and making connections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sending you gentleness today, my friends&lt;br /&gt;and wishes for a glorious day filled with love and adventures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~t&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-6931774866694726601?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/6931774866694726601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=6931774866694726601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/6931774866694726601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/6931774866694726601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiding-inside-myself.html' title='hiding inside myself'/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-1349099882603823724</id><published>2007-02-28T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-28T19:36:49.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;those girls on Oprah's special - i can't get their faces out of my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so filled with hope.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and determination to move up and out of their current circumstances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;into &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;possibility.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;made my gratitude list so easy to make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;today i am grateful for~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a warm, safe home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*being born in america where education is free for all children&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*tears &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*joyful faces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*eyes sparkling with knowledge and a certainty that good things are coming in the midst of great hardship and despair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*the resilience of the human spirit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*hot showers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*food in the refrigerator&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*clean water to drink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my blessed life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>Tricia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14050266715426639988</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lnjHKmyqEoo/SV0tKHie3RI/AAAAAAAAABs/B0jrcsalDyA/S220/DSCF5537.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5263565569393897153.post-4247614192487106934</id><published>2007-02-25T15:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:11:25.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>growing, stretching, continuing down this path of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look back on where i was last year at this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the hiding and lying and dark twisted place in my head where i ran away from life.  sitting in front of those machines, feeding money and my soul inside - keeping up a facade on the outside.  the good girl, the quiet girl, never wanting to upset the precarious balance of the world around me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing the door and hiding in my room as a child, pretending i didn't hear the chaos outside.  wanting to belong somewhere.  wearing glasses, too smart, too chubby, too uncoordinated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i look at where i am now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;living by the sea (then i always want to beat myself up for now being in an apartment, for causing us to lose our house - the shame, guilt at times i think will bury me underneath), teaching parents and children how to play together and sing together and BE together - such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my life is such a blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the past is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only move forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no only about it, really - that should be an exclamation~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MOVE FORWARD - TRIUMPHANTLY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~in gratitude~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5263565569393897153-4247614192487106934?l=growingingratitude.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/feeds/4247614192487106934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5263565569393897153&amp;postID=4247614192487106934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4247614192487106934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5263565569393897153/posts/default/4247614192487106934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://growingingratitude.blogspot.com/2007/02/growing-stretching-continuing-down-this.html' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~little boys named max&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~upswept hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~nervous energy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~Caesar's Way by Caesar Milan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~riley's face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;~the sun shining on the ocean&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;what are you grateful for today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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