<?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-28274948</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:45:15.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVE, ya only live once</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelywhirlwind.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28274948/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelywhirlwind.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ms. oceana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477948241835461386</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28274948.post-114788137199337547</id><published>2006-05-17T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T08:56:12.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm just living in a constant state of whirlwindness and along with that, stress....I think we all do this, though, it just appears different.  Some people pull it off with ease, others become visable basket cases, yet others of us put on a pretty good front and inside we are all over the place!  That is where I am. &lt;br /&gt;   I feel like my heart is constantly searching for stability.  It's like someone keeps hitting the search button.  Ya know that button your sterio that runs quickly through the stations looking for one that is range.  What makes me sickest is when I really think about it and realize just what it is that makes me feel insecure.  *What people think of me  *Money  *The unknown of relationships  *Inadiquacy at work (since I'm new)&lt;br /&gt;    But! This is the amazing part....no matter how much one worries, or reaks out about this stuff time still goes on and ya look up and another month has gone by. &lt;br /&gt;   Well, that's what this heart had to say this morning.  ~Ms. Oceana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28274948-114788137199337547?l=lovelywhirlwind.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lovelywhirlwind.blogspot.com/feeds/114788137199337547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28274948&amp;postID=114788137199337547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28274948/posts/default/114788137199337547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28274948/posts/default/114788137199337547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lovelywhirlwind.blogspot.com/2006/05/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-just-living.html' title=''/><author><name>ms. oceana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04477948241835461386</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
