<?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/opensearch/1.1/' 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' gd:etag='W/&quot;DEIER3YyeSp7ImA9WhBRE0g.&quot;'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1407190333667068125</id><updated>2013-03-03T16:21:46.891-08:00</updated><title>Getting Back to Me</title><subtitle type='html'>How often have you referenced a previous you?  I was more outgoing, more ambitious, skinnier....when I was 20, when I was 30 and so forth?  After 3 years in a place that brought out the negative side in me, I realized how much I referred to my past me and how much better I was then.  So this blog is about getting back to me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samsthoughtsandrants.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1407190333667068125/posts/default?redirect=false&amp;v=2'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samsthoughtsandrants.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sam</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13120150811762427142</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>0</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage></feed>