<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-5374135537409124937</id><updated>2024-09-04T08:09:49.666-04:00</updated><category term="dating"/><category term="relationships"/><category term="Job"/><category term="adventure"/><category term="dancing"/><category term="friends"/><category term="new york"/><category term="online dating"/><category term="power dynamic"/><category term="accomplishment"/><category term="arts"/><category term="balance"/><category term="bike"/><category term="birthday"/><category term="boys"/><category term="career"/><category term="change"/><category term="criticism"/><category term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category term="london"/><category term="party"/><category term="questioning"/><category term="self-reflection"/><category term="self-sufficient"/><category term="Beatles"/><category term="British"/><category term="Culture"/><category term="Work"/><category term="alone"/><category term="ani difranco"/><category term="art museum"/><category term="artist"/><category term="ask"/><category term="attraction"/><category term="baptism"/><category term="beginning"/><category term="bold"/><category term="books"/><category term="busy"/><category term="climbing"/><category term="clutter"/><category term="community"/><category term="completion"/><category term="confidence"/><category term="control"/><category term="cooking"/><category term="costume"/><category term="courage"/><category term="cowgirl boots"/><category term="deal websites"/><category term="dog"/><category term="doubt"/><category term="downward trend"/><category term="family"/><category term="feet"/><category term="flaky"/><category term="focus"/><category term="food"/><category term="fresh start"/><category term="fun"/><category term="funk"/><category term="games"/><category term="gift"/><category term="growth"/><category term="handy"/><category term="identity"/><category term="independence"/><category term="insatiable"/><category term="introspection"/><category term="listen"/><category term="luxury"/><category term="massage"/><category term="matchmaker"/><category term="men"/><category term="mother"/><category term="moving"/><category term="no more waiting"/><category term="obstacles"/><category term="organization"/><category term="organizing"/><category term="painting"/><category term="patterns"/><category term="paying"/><category term="phase"/><category term="positive"/><category term="pottery"/><category term="powerful"/><category term="process"/><category term="progress"/><category term="purple"/><category term="quiet"/><category term="reading"/><category term="rejection"/><category term="religion"/><category term="ring"/><category term="rural"/><category term="sarcasm"/><category term="secondment"/><category term="self-discipline"/><category term="selfishness"/><category term="shopping bargains"/><category term="single"/><category term="snow"/><category term="spring"/><category term="swing"/><category term="thankful"/><category term="tools"/><category term="tradition"/><category term="travel"/><category term="unconventional"/><category term="vacation"/><category term="volunteer"/><category term="wealth"/><category term="work time"/><category term="yoga"/><title type='text'>Living in the ME time...</title><subtitle type='html'>The story of two cousins... Empowered by being powerful women in a sea of change</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inthemetime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374135537409124937/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inthemetime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5374135537409124937/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Tirzaahhh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12113570093925977139</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSLkqqUKFKZgzboB1SQPh9lzWFYMdmSrMqe5VSIYVIe-Xtc5RXdjyy6IJNvX43vIi_og80f5rerQn-2y8ktI47zFvPzxzY9DPi-Sc_KZ0DVeel9QVKWMG9uMExvg83Vg/s220/IMG_1103.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5374135537409124937.post-1869853393753172124</id><published>2010-12-05T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T20:09:54.833-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dancing"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="he&#39;s just not that into you"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="relationships"/><title type='text'>Pushing people away by accident?</title><content type='html'>So the other night, I decided I needed to go out dancing - there were tentative plans to meet up with a girlfriend but nothing was solid.  I decided to go on my own and see what&#39;s what.  Ended up not meeting up with my friend - but instead jumped into a circle for colleagues I knew from school. &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyways - all this means that I was in a dance club kind of on my own... a new slightly weird experience.  On the dance floor I started letting loose, closing my eyes and moving to the music - letting go of stressful thoughts and being present with the movements and beats.  It felt good! &lt;br /&gt;
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Being on my own allowed me to look at the social dynamics on the dance floor in a new light... Saw this one girl just consume this guy with flirtatious looks - like she knew what she wanted and then she went and made him dance with only her.  It was pretty impressive honestly - even though it was overwhelming to witness.  When a shy guy was trying to come up to me - I waited for him to be direct and show his interest.  I didn&#39;t want to play the role of the seductress - I wanted to be seduced... Since he wasn&#39;t brave enough to actually look me in the eye and get closer with movements - I stayed in my world of one and pretended I didn&#39;t notice his attempts of getting closer.&lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t until I got home that I realized I pushed away a possibly a-okay guy for no real reason.  I essentially built up this wall around myself and didn&#39;t let this guy in because he wasn&#39;t willing to put himself out there.  I expect a lot from my partner - evidently, bravery is right at the entrance of my expectations.  Should I try to explore ways to become the decisive woman on the pursuit?  Should I follow the &#39;He&#39;s Just Not That Into You&#39; approach of letting a guy be the one who should know what he wants and showing it?  It&#39;s a tricky game with no real answers... &lt;br /&gt;
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So maybe it is a good experiment because the reflection has been so valuable. &amp;nbsp;Even as I write, I see the barriers to my happiness really lie mainly in my actions and responses more than others. &amp;nbsp;Recognizing that and changing it will be the greatest me investment I&#39;ve ever made.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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I&#39;m feeling the itch - spending most of my time supporting other artists only gets me so far and now I need to create something for me.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s 10x easier to create things for others.  In my life or my art - external motivators are always the most potent.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I can’t say I’ve stayed true to the original mission of this blog - - what it has been is an opportunity to reflect on the things that affect my life and the reality which is being a late 20 something woman.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Lots of entries have been focused on men, relationships and the difference between our connection to others and the connection to ourselves.  The priorities we set for our time and the relationships we choose to cultivate.  But the question that comes to mind for me now is – Am I really consciously focused on honoring my Me time?  &lt;br /&gt;
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Alone time and Me time aren’t necessarily interchangeable.  I’ve spent more time on my own these past few months but I haven’t exactly been indulging myself in any special way.   Things get so wrapped up with work and the new business I’m trying to launch, it’s easy to get wrapped up in external stuff.  This is the stuff that’s easy focus on because it’s tangible and immediate.  Me time is letting yourself take a step back from the easy time commitments.  &lt;br /&gt;
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So now, I’m going to raise my glass to myself!  Cheers to my blog reading friends locally, nationally and internationally, people of all ages, genders and realities – cheers to you &amp; cheers to remembering the importance of becoming a better person and raise our standards of quality!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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Anyways we talked about the concept of 5 things - A new one for me.  The theory goes that you can only be good at a maximum of 5 things at a time.  As soon as we get carried away and try to do more than 5 things really well - the other things suffer and we start spreading our talents too thin.  &lt;br /&gt;
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This concept inspired my friend to really think about his 5 things and embarked on a 6 month sex-fast where he worked on becoming a better human being.  It&#39;s experiences like this that make us realize how much control we actually have over our own happiness.  Right after this intense period of focus - he fell in love for the first time in his life - beautiful right?&lt;br /&gt;
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I think my 5 things would be: to be a loving friend, to be a supportive family member, to be an independent thinker, to share my creativity generously, and to constantly explore my capacity for spirituality.   &lt;br /&gt;
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At first I was surprised at the nudity in the locker rooms yet slowly, but surely, my comfort level is evolving. &amp;nbsp;I eased into it in the steam shower yesterday and felt pretty good unhindered by a towel. The true expression of progress today was when I bared it all in the sauna- no steam to protect the bystanders from my curvy bum! &amp;nbsp;Seeing those women of so many different shapes and sizes be so comfortable in their skin inspired me to appreciate what I have and let loose a bit. &amp;nbsp;Here&#39;s to taking it off!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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My good friend May and I once celebrated our unity in being Insatiable - proud of not settling.  There&#39;s something to be said for wanting a lot out of life and being stubborn about seeking out the good stuff.  There&#39;s also something to be said about knowing when to stop searching and start appreciating the goodness right in front of you.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes it&#39;s hard for me to really see my life in a positive light until someone else points it out.  The simple statement &quot;you&#39;re really living right&quot; or my grandmother&#39;s most recent comment, &quot;I don&#39;t worry about you&quot; can go a long way to help me recognize the up side of my reality.  Somehow it&#39;s easier to focus on what&#39;s lacking rather than our richness.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s easy to doubt my abilities and beauty when I don&#39;t have someone there as a comforting reminder.  I wish I could wave a wand and make this go away - but alas I left my fairy wings in a different galaxy.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Critical thoughts can push us to become better humans - constantly striving to overcome hurdles.... BUT it can also push us over the edge when it is applied to subjective things that are out of our control... maybe the goal for this week is to be aware of my tendency to look down on my physical appearance and instead apply this energy to improving my inside persona...&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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I think we get very few opportunities to experience the love and support from others in a tangible way.  It&#39;s so easy to feel alone and get wrapped up our individual path and day to day existence... we easily forget about all of the potential love that we&#39;re not tapping into.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s not until times that we actually call out to people for help or support that we get a tangible representation of the richness in our life.  This is exactly what I did this summer.  It took a lot of courage but I launched the business project I&#39;ve been dreaming of for about a year.  Like many brave actions, this one paid off in ways I couldn&#39;t have anticipated.  &lt;br /&gt;
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For now, my &quot;me time&quot; will be to try to really soak in my thanks for the generous people in my life and how bountifully they have shared themselves and their love.  &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing I have been doing is writing about little local adventures through London on another blog. &amp;nbsp;I haven&#39;t felt the same adoration for London as I do NY, but the blogging it is helping me remain positive and motivated to make the most of it. &amp;nbsp;This realization reminded me of how much I enjoy this blog and how negligent I&#39;ve been lately in both my &quot;me time&quot; and blogging on the more personal side. &amp;nbsp;So hopefully, you&#39;ll welcome me back.&lt;br /&gt;
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With my job and home security get to a peaceful place, my friend and romance waves are in low tide.  Most of my inner-circle community in Pittsburgh has moved to a new place and given me a lot more alone-time than usual.  Time to re-build... the exact task that felt so insurmountable when thinking about moving to a new city.  I guess this is just how the universe gets it&#39;s kicks.  Somewhere in the clouds there&#39;s snickering and laughing while talking about these silly humans thinking that they could find peace in others rather than within themselves.  Or maybe they&#39;re laughing at the importance we put on our physical place.  Either way we are always pushed around by the things we cannot control.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Perhaps everything needs to wax and wain in waves of busyness and bounty.  Right now is my time to focus on my work (that I actually Love) and balancing my schedule so that I take care of myself and allow my community to slowly evolve as it always does.  With a little love and patience, there are always good things to flow.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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So what happened when I returned?  My newly refreshed mind and body were ready to make things happen and I hit the ground running.  Celebrated my friends in Pittsburgh, got things done and somewhere along the way I landed my dream job - &lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s a temporary fix that could lead into something bigger but for now it&#39;s pretty darn perfect.  I get to do research and planning that I&#39;d want to do on my own - but I&#39;ll get paid to do it!  Once I get settled into both my new job and my new home I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll feel more grounded and ready to take on the balance challenge.   &lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe vacations really are a necessary part of keeping your life together and making yourself open to the good things that come along.&lt;br /&gt;
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What will my nest look like?  Right now I&#39;m focused on where it will be - cities calling my name... but maybe I need to be thinking more about what I&#39;ll be doing once I get there.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Balance has always been something I&#39;ve been very aware of and made a conscious effort to create a balanced life for myself. &lt;br /&gt;
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What is it about home that is so appealing?  Comfort and support - lots of unquestioned relationships in your life.  I&#39;m going to spend a little bit more time developing my job search and make sure I&quot;m not turning my back on any promising possibilities.   &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m learning I&#39;m physically strong. For example, when someone offered me a television and I had no way to get it home, I figured it out. I called the cab, I carried it up stairs by myself, I put it together, lifted it on the stand, and settled down in front of it with a sigh of relief and satisfaction.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m learning I can provide for myself. When I discovered that no restaurants delivered in my area at lunch time, I got off my lazy butt and made a day trip to Greenwich. There I scored some decent food, beautiful scenary,&amp;nbsp;cheap books (I still prefer them to tv, which was a great reminder), and a new jacket.&amp;nbsp; All because I ventured out. On my own.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m learning to read a map.&amp;nbsp; Seriously, you have to in order to live here. I missed the grid of NYC at first but am starting to relish in discovering how to navigate the city.&amp;nbsp; It turns out I am not as directionally challenged as I thought, I just hadn&#39;t had to try because I always had a friend to ask.&lt;br /&gt;
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While all this lessons are valuable, they aren&#39;t as great without friends to share them with.&amp;nbsp; My most important observation to date is that being single isn&#39;t&amp;nbsp;what we should be worried about. With friends, life is sweet. Even without, it is on our own terms and a quest in search of finding them and ourselves.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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Recently a friend, who I think is truly wonderful, started asking me out on dates. Sometimes these situations are great and lead to nice relationships - but in this case I couldn&#39;t switch my friend gear.  The physical attraction is simply not there for me and I don&#39;t think I can really do anything about it.  It&#39;s frustrating to find a spirit that I connect with and have to walk away.   &lt;br /&gt;
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My frustration with this situation makes me think of one of my favorite Savage Love sayings - &quot;every relationship you&#39;re in is the wrong one - until it&#39;s not&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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There&#39;s a reason all my relationships up until now haven&#39;t been the right one - I&#39;m learning patience and spending the time I need to learn and love my MEtime self.  Patience is never easy but I think keeping high standards are always worth it!  &lt;br /&gt;
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On the positive side, I called my friend out on his change of tune and told him I was thankful for our friendship and wanted to keep things as such.  He quickly responded to my email with a cheerful, complementary acceptance of my wishes and I think we&#39;ll be able to hang out again soon... oh the wonderful things you can say over email that seem too big and difficult to say in &#39;real&#39; life...&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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But I digress. I moved to London 4 days ago. Amidst the chaos of settling into my new place and jumping right into work, I&#39;ve been spending time alone. I mean really alone. No TV, no Internet, no friends, no company at restaurants. &amp;nbsp;If you had asked me a week ago how I would handle that, I would have turned green. &amp;nbsp;Yet I surprised myself. I&#39;m enjoying it. &lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m reading again and organizing. My mind wanders and I&#39;m starting to write like I used to. &amp;nbsp; Things seem a bit sharper and clearer. &amp;nbsp; This change is good.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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In this past year, there is a long list of the things I do that give me strength.  But for this blog entry, I want to focus on the fun and importance of jilling off or watering your own flower.  It&#39;s amazing to know how to get yourself off and I know that it makes me a 10x better lover for others.  It&#39;s pretty liberating and amazing to know that you can take care of yourself in this way.  For some reason the topic is taboo and women aren&#39;t supposed to explore their abilities in this arena at all.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Somehow our culture has evolved to allow men open discussion of their sexual needs and supports them taking care of their own needs when need be.  For women however, we pretend they don&#39;t have the same needs or at least should be quiet about it.  We need to let go of some of our puritan past and embrace getting to know our bodies as well as we can - we only get one round!&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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Recently, before going out on a first date with a guy, I sent him a note saying that I&#39;d like to approach the evening as a &#39;friendship date&#39;.  In order to minimize the awkwardness that often follows blind dates, I wanted to pretend that we were testing each other out as friends and then if we liked some level of friendliness then it could evolve.  He reacted to my note in a nonchalant way with something along the lines of &quot;sure sounds good - whatever.&quot;  This response left me wondering - well he must think I&#39;m already pushing him away before I&#39;ve even met him - oh well.    &lt;br /&gt;
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We had a nice enough evening where he really respected my space and boundaries, spent a long time walking around the city talking about life and social issues.  All in all a pleasant evening but not spectacularly fun - the lack of laughs was a disappointment but other than that - a great night.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Then no call or email.  So I decide to pull the forward communication card again and tell him that on the date-scale of friendship to &#39;more than friends&#39; I&#39;m somewhere in the middle and asked where he stands.  Surprisingly he had the straight forward answer of yeah me too - - placating? I&#39;m not sure.  Even though this will not likely lead to a great adventure in love, it&#39;s great to know that I can say what I want and ask my curious questions and sometimes get exactly what I&#39;m looking for.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I just finished my graduate degree and am trying to embrace the complete unknown that sits before me.  I spent a month celebrating my family and friends by traveling home and beyond then went wedding hopping two weekends in a row.  Looking back on this time I know it was time well spent and a great reminder of all of the love in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Now I have the space for reality to settle in.  The real gravity of unemployment is here and now it&#39;s time to figure out how I will apply my time and skills to projects/jobs I care about.  I expect this to be a period of being under-valued/underpaid until I find the right kind of lucrative job.  &lt;br /&gt;
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Surprisingly I&#39;m really happy as a volunteer grant writer and project coordinator in the part time.  I have the time to stay healthy and play in the summer sun.  It&#39;ll be a short period of underpaid-bliss but for now it&#39;s great and I&#39;m at peace with ME.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can&#39;t quite shake the jitters I feel - the sudden vulnerability in the realization that there are people in my neighborhood with bad intentions.  I was outside getting a bag from my car while this guy was talking on his phone just a few minutes earlier.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I call a friend who&#39;s staying at my house for the weekend to see when he&#39;ll be home and really just wanted to call to talk to someone and get a comforting voice.  I call the non emergency line and it&#39;s not working hours so I decide to call 911 for the first time to report a crime.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I wish that it didn&#39;t take the voice of a male friend to make me feel comfortable.  It would be nice to be able to calm myself down without the help of a friend and be able to feel okay being alone.  but alas - I&#39;m human.  &lt;br /&gt;
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The police just called me back asking which way he ran so perhaps my good samaritan duty will work out well for my neighborhood.  &lt;br /&gt;
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It wasn&#39;t my car that was broken into but it&#39;s just my proximity to the crime.  It takes moments like this to realize how lucky we are on most days.  The delicate balance it takes to keep the world afloat is indeed fragile.  I feel safe and strong most of the time and even though I&#39;m shaken tonight I know that I live in a city that wants to keep crime down and I have friends that will help soothe my nerves.  Life is shaky but good.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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Evolution is a good thing.  &lt;br /&gt;
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This week I took a slice of me-time by coming home after a long day and putting some mud on my face.  Oh a simple face mask is oh-so-girly but feels so good.  As I sat with my green-tones, I talked to my friend about the men in my life.  This wise lady told me that the older we get - the more men we date for shorter periods of time... Made my thought wheels turn.  In some ways it makes a lot of sense because as we grow we have a better sense for what we want.  &lt;br /&gt;
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While this &#39;more men in less time&#39; concepts is logical - it seems totally contradictory to what the social norms tell us.  I see so many women my age in long term relationships and getting settled into the idea of being partnered for life and starting to think about bringing kids into the world.  From these images of late-20&#39;s and early 30&#39;s it seems like the years of dating around and jumping from boy to boy should be behind me.  &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess these opposite realities just go to show we&#39;re all on different time-lines and moving towards different relationship-futures.  Maybe the lesson learned for me is that I need to focus more on my own time-line and do less lusting after other people&#39;s trajectory.&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;
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