<?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-3441717672490977730</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:54.942-07:00</updated><category term='Positive Change'/><category term='Culture and choice'/><title type='text'>Misgivings About Life</title><subtitle type='html'>Aimless words and thoughts

Most anything goes here</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-511275968563805713</id><published>2009-04-11T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T21:23:45.215-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Weeping In the silence&lt;br /&gt;A friend sings&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the echo of the tires on the pavement&lt;br /&gt;Through the miles that lie between here and there&lt;br /&gt;Tears and Rain mix into a flood of emotion&lt;br /&gt;As darkness shadows the silent tears&lt;br /&gt;Falling deeply into my heart&lt;br /&gt;No words spoken&lt;br /&gt;Yet grief shows so clearly&lt;br /&gt; Its six letters bring fear&lt;br /&gt;As one word melts&lt;br /&gt;Everything away leaving only rubble behind&lt;br /&gt;Pieces of the life before&lt;br /&gt;We ever knew C A N C E R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-511275968563805713?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/511275968563805713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=511275968563805713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/511275968563805713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/511275968563805713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/weeping-in-silence-friend-sings-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-9028774588341866626</id><published>2008-12-12T09:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T09:35:15.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you think that we are spiritual beings having a human experience then that automatically changes the way in which you view life. For me I find that when bad things happen and we say almost to ourselves, that's just life, then we seem to be accepting that stuff happens. If we accept that all the stuff in our lives is for our own good, than we know that the day will come that our human experience must end. That is the birth we call Death. Life is short, a temporary experience where we learn to follow gods plan. When we return to his presence he may ask us how was your life? If we respond well it was life.... Will that really be an adequate response. Will he be well pleased with us if we can only say it was a life. If we think about this, we really only have one shoot to get it right. So, for me I a going to take this next year and try harder to get it right. TO look at life as a joyful experience and embrace all the bad as I embrace all the good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-9028774588341866626?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/9028774588341866626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=9028774588341866626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/9028774588341866626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/9028774588341866626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/if-you-think-that-we-are-spiritual.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-7122124821868376401</id><published>2008-12-11T10:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T10:59:11.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My brain is frozen! Ya know like when your computer freezes up on you. It's still working, but nothing is happening. that's how I feel today!&lt;br /&gt;One paper is done, another in progress and another waiting on the sidelines. It almost sounds like a sporting event....&lt;br /&gt;it's also kinda foggy in my brain today. So i guess the weather is frozen and foggy in my world today. The perfect day to stay home and read Wicked, or Red Wall. I also would love to have a long slow....&lt;br /&gt;Well any way! I am still a hectic as ever. I was however able to catch a few minutes  to work on some poetry. I am still revising not close to being ready to post.  That is always a nice time to think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-7122124821868376401?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7122124821868376401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=7122124821868376401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/7122124821868376401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/7122124821868376401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-brain-is-frozen-ya-know-like-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-2070684049004591683</id><published>2008-12-09T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T14:27:49.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the Holiday Season and i am reminded of the first Christmas i spent married. It was such a wonderful time. I had been married about 10 months and life was full of sweetness and utter happiness. I find myself wanting to feel that peace and happiness again. A dear friend over dinner the other night told me that happiness comes when you least are looking or expecting it. She is right in my mind. When we do all that we have been asked to we are blessed and those blessings bring happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I am always so very happy to have the time to reflect on why it is that we celebrate this season. It is not about bright lites, pretty packages with expensive gifts. For me it is about a baby who came to earth to bring the truth to a world that needed to find its way home. I am ever thankful for the gospel and all that I know and believe to be true.&lt;br /&gt;I think of the time that I spent down in Arizona. My first Christmas away from home i was a little sad but i know that I was where my Heavenly Father would have be. I was in Winslow Arizona, in Northern Arizona. (and yes i have a picture Standing on the Corner) I remember how good I felt as my companion  and i went and attended to our duties. It was wonderful to feel the love of the Lord and to give that love back to all those around me.&lt;br /&gt;That is what I am going to strive to do is to give others what I know they need and I know that my Heavenly Father will bless me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;The school semester is dying away and only the faint glow of embers remains as I write papers and think about all I have experienced this fall. It is a blessing to be able to get an education and to know that I am doing all that is required. Keeping focused on what is truely important and not letting the little pitfalls get in the way is all that we can do somedays. I know I am blessed, remebering that when bad days come is the hard part. But thats the challenge to remain true and steadfast to all that you hold dear and beleive to be true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-2070684049004591683?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2070684049004591683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=2070684049004591683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/2070684049004591683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/2070684049004591683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-holiday-season-and-i-am-reminded-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-7983694116547672637</id><published>2008-12-04T19:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:23:56.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is a song I have been messing with for a while!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TILL THERE WAS YOU                                                      MAR 08/27/99&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have known&lt;br /&gt;We'd meet like this&lt;br /&gt;You just home, me not really looking at all&lt;br /&gt;Lots of friends in my circle&lt;br /&gt;But no I could love&lt;br /&gt;Till there were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch my spirit with your spirit&lt;br /&gt;You heal my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so at peace by your side&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it could be like this&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting love to come looking for me&lt;br /&gt;And when I wasn't watching&lt;br /&gt;You came in and swept my heart away&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I was just surprised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You came in and gave me the Love&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for&lt;br /&gt;I never knew it was gonna be this easy to love&lt;br /&gt;But it is&lt;br /&gt; And I don't mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here you are&lt;br /&gt;I think I could love you&lt;br /&gt;I like you so much&lt;br /&gt;The way you look at me&lt;br /&gt;The little wink&lt;br /&gt;The way your smile makes me so happy&lt;br /&gt;It fills my heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;In a way I never knew before&lt;br /&gt;Till there were you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I can feel the spirit with you&lt;br /&gt;That you know the Savior&lt;br /&gt;I love knowing you want to be sealed in God's house&lt;br /&gt;That you want the same things that I want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that I finally met you.&lt;br /&gt;That at last here we are&lt;br /&gt;I never would have thought I would be in love&lt;br /&gt;With someone as wonderful as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel me up with love and the spirit&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for the lord&lt;br /&gt;For allowing me to be loved by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember, no matter what I am better cause I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;I will always remember the day we met&lt;br /&gt;And when we go to the lord’s house and become Eternal companions&lt;br /&gt;I know my love for you will grow and grow&lt;br /&gt;I love that way you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;The spirit you carry with you.&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad I get to experience this wonderful love I never knew existed&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;Repeat Chorus and ( )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You touch my spirit with your spirit&lt;br /&gt;You heal my heart&lt;br /&gt;The way you smile fills my heart with joy&lt;br /&gt;In a way I never knew&lt;br /&gt;Till there was you!&lt;br /&gt;Till there was you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-7983694116547672637?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/7983694116547672637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=7983694116547672637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/7983694116547672637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/7983694116547672637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/this-is-song-i-have-been-messing-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-1598994247606390807</id><published>2008-12-02T08:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T09:38:33.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ramblings of my scattered mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;The time spent riding a car has proved for me to be one of the most valuable opportunities to reflect on life and the choices that I have made. Even with the noise of the radio, talking and paying attention to the road. I find that the quiet thoughts of my mind radiate from my mind are often scattered. While some of them reflect back on the events of the day but most of these thoughts are the quiet pondering and emotions of my heart. Most recently I have been think about my family. My Mom has given me so very much and yet I give her so little. I think that must be the way of parents. Which brings me to the gospel. My Heavenly Father also have given me so very much. I am so blessed to have the gospel and to be able to live at time when I have the freedom to practice my beliefs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;Why is it then when I rationally know that I am blessed do I feel that my life is not exactly as I would have liked it to have turned out. Which makes me sound ungrateful for all I am blessed with. So then I question my testimony, am a standing on the firm ground of the gospel, or am I standing on the edge of a prescibus that lead straight to the cold dark world that is far from solid ground. I question so often whether I am strong enough to withstand the storms that are upon me. I am sure that no matter what I do it will work out. The consequences the choices may be difficult, but the reason and the rhyme all seem to flow together in a jumble of emotional baggage that is currently being hauled around called the past.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-1598994247606390807?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/1598994247606390807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=1598994247606390807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/1598994247606390807'/><link rel='self' 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thoughts swim in darkness&lt;br /&gt;                           Screaming with no fear of  being heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Left to brew yestradays thoughts crash&lt;br /&gt;                      A sea of emotions and thoughts fill the void&lt;br /&gt;                             no person is left&lt;br /&gt;                                      all is gone&lt;br /&gt;                                            Only the mist of fog remains as the dawn  rises&lt;br /&gt;                                                  the mind left to roam free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-5553286417325655665?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/5553286417325655665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=5553286417325655665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/5553286417325655665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/5553286417325655665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-271042659482673749</id><published>2008-11-25T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:23:31.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;The faces of strange raindrops &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Come crashing to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Washed away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Never to be seen or known&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;I am among those face raindrops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Silently disappearing in the damp night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;The endless unheard screams &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#663333;"&gt;Echoing in the deaf &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-271042659482673749?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/271042659482673749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=271042659482673749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/271042659482673749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/271042659482673749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/faces-faces-of-strange-raindrops-come.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-340274420032571452</id><published>2008-11-20T08:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T19:31:12.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I believe that there is an alternative universe where little men ( women have better things to do) sit and push buttons that cause computers to self destruct. Its a travesty! But... What to do. Nothing you can do, other than sit at your computer and watch your beloved as it self destructs taking with it your very life and metaphorical soul. With no way to assist in its emergency medical care your huddle over the failing machine and bid all you know farewell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-340274420032571452?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/340274420032571452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=340274420032571452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/340274420032571452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/340274420032571452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/computers.html' title='Computers'/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-2841001509400935157</id><published>2008-11-19T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T16:42:43.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Culture and choice'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am taking a U.S. History and Culture class and today we were discussing Victorian Ways in America. It was interesting that the idea that social reform occurs as they spread the WASP (white &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anglo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saxon&lt;/span&gt; protestant) ideals. It seems that this is still how the world views itself. That one group ( the one that whoever.... belongs to) feels that it is right and superior in its way of life and beliefs. That they must create social change and reform by spreading &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; ideals. While I think that the sharing of ideas is great, but when those around us come off as this is the only way in which to believe or act we are discrediting the beliefs of others. I may not believe as some of my dearest friends, but they are in my view still children of a loving Heavenly Father. With that said, there are times and place in which standing up and saying enough is what is needed. We need to stand up for what we believe and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;preserve&lt;/span&gt; the way of life that we each desire. It is our right and duty as American citizens to remain free and live our lives as we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;choose&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-2841001509400935157?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/2841001509400935157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=2841001509400935157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/2841001509400935157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/2841001509400935157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-taking-u.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-982349786429005277</id><published>2008-11-18T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T17:59:19.201-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Positive Change'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Recently I have been doing some deep thinking. Which at times is kinda scary. I find that my mind seems to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;focus&lt;/span&gt; on all that is negative around me. I have a belief that gives me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;strenght&lt;/span&gt; and desire to find the peace that can only come through righteous living. Even that is difficult in the crazy world that I live in. I was thinking that to be positive is a monumental task. If one person sets out to have a positive day with no negativity and no negative self talk what could be the outcome of such a choice. It seems to me that I am very guilty of looking at things through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lens&lt;/span&gt; of doubt and mistrust. If I can start out by having just one hour of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;positiveness&lt;/span&gt; and then incorporate that into my daily life I think that eventually change will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-982349786429005277?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/982349786429005277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=982349786429005277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/982349786429005277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/982349786429005277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/recently-i-have-been-doing-some-deep.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-930646202380149165</id><published>2008-11-18T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:50:11.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Looking at the days as they run into each other I am feeling that it shouldn't be November and a week away from Thanksgiving. I am concerned that life is just a all consuming ball of fire. I need to find a safe place where I am protected from the smoky haze that is all around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-930646202380149165?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/930646202380149165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=930646202380149165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/930646202380149165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/930646202380149165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/looking-at-days-as-they-run-into-each.html' title=''/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3441717672490977730.post-3845095939247283091</id><published>2008-11-17T00:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T11:30:06.282-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Middle of the Night.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;The aimless words that flow from my often too busy mind seem jumbled and confused. It is the time of night when its finally quiet. I should be sleeping, but I can't quiet the voices in my head are loud enough to keep me from drifting off to the sweet release that sleep would &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; bring. Nothing seems to be of great importance and time is a place that never seems to leave me alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Perhaps I am not well. I don't feel ill but one can never know for sure if ones mind is in working order or not. It seems that I am aimlessly roaming a sea of books and pencils. I am just overcome by all that seems to be ahead on this road called life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I think that perhaps I am not standing as close to what I believe as perhaps I portray. Could I be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;deceiving&lt;/span&gt; myself and all &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; around me. Could I be just a really good liar and not even be who I say that I am. I am tired. Blankness overcomes me and the morning comes fast. I am finding hope a heavy burden. It is all the world in one small word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3441717672490977730-3845095939247283091?l=misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/feeds/3845095939247283091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3441717672490977730&amp;postID=3845095939247283091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/3845095939247283091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3441717672490977730/posts/default/3845095939247283091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://misgivingsaboutlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/middle-of-night.html' title='Middle of the Night.'/><author><name>Anne HIll</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05837832760362149202</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>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
