<?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-7204295765306511147</id><updated>2012-02-15T08:24:54.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down The Wandering Path</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204295765306511147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14052617664360986836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szURmhDwrGc/TzrTdGiFSnI/AAAAAAAAARw/mqY9K9KQB4g/s220/Cathy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204295765306511147.post-4608963266550738316</id><published>2012-02-15T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:20:21.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serenity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6x01Y3BWRo/TzvXS8yAM1I/AAAAAAAAASc/WAEwZR3Wsog/s1600/scrapbook.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6x01Y3BWRo/TzvXS8yAM1I/AAAAAAAAASc/WAEwZR3Wsog/s200/scrapbook.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's so quiet here.&amp;nbsp; Snow is falling softly, the heater is humming, and the dryer is quietly running in the background.&amp;nbsp; I live for these moments.&amp;nbsp; The house is relatively clean and I have no obligations today - I spent some time tidying up, but will now spend the rest of the day and into the evening (because Lynn has cabinet-making class) scrapping more into our albums.&amp;nbsp; I haven't felt great for a couple of days, so this is a perfect way to be enormously productive without having to overextend myself.&amp;nbsp; There are few things in life that I love working on so much - I'm not into family history in the traditional sense (rounding up thousands of names), but into keeping a chronological record of our family via a scrapbook format.&amp;nbsp; Most people have no idea I work on this and the albums are never looked at, but some day, down the road, they will hopefully mean a great deal to someone.&amp;nbsp; The B.G. is very family-oriented, so perhaps, when she gets a bit older, we can sit and learn about her relatives through pictures and memorabilia in the albums - that would be awesome.&amp;nbsp; I have a very busy brain that I can never shut off - sometimes I work in silence, but sometimes I turn on a tiny t.v. I have sitting right by my scrapstation.&amp;nbsp; The sounds is usually muted, so I can use the t.v. as visual wallpaper that busies part of my mind so the other part can focus on what I'm doing.&amp;nbsp; I tend to get a lot more done that way, and getting a lot done is important to me.&amp;nbsp; The volume of work to do is stunning, with projects, albums, and goals I have lined up, and what I've already done has consumed literally thousands of hours.&amp;nbsp; No one will ever know how much has really been done.&amp;nbsp; It's incredibly satisfying nevertheless (and maybe because of that).&amp;nbsp; Immediate feedback isn't always necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's the same thing as dealing with things in the outside world that hurt or anger us.&amp;nbsp; I used to let things like that rock my very foundation and I would be off-kilter, bawly, or seriously upset for periods of time.&amp;nbsp; I'm learning more and more now to let things slide and take some satisfaction in knowing Lynn &amp;amp; I live the way we do for a reason.&amp;nbsp; I am who I am, no apologies, I do what I do without explanation, and I never need to defend my actions, inactions, beliefs, fears, worries, or problems.&amp;nbsp; I have read and heard some pretty tough things, some of them quite recently, and I've had to remind myself that I don't need to allow other people to affect me badly.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally it will still happen, but overall I'm getting better at making sure other people own their own problems - I don't need to own them and shouldn't.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes doing things well, quietly, under the radar, and without attention can be a bit frustrating, but there is also a certain joy in remaining steadfast.&amp;nbsp; If you're on the right path there is no need for diversion.&amp;nbsp; I'm not going to own other peoples' problems!&amp;nbsp; It's a lesson I needed to learn a long time ago, that's for sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow continues to fall.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I'll get silly on here, or find humor in life, or be excited about an accomplishment, but today I am a bit reflective and loving the peace, serenity, and beauty of living with Lynn, enjoying our home so much, loving that I can work on what is important to me without being pressured into working outside the home, and feeling peace within myself because, finally, I am comfortable in my own skin with who I am.&amp;nbsp; I can hear my footfalls as I walk around our house, the fish tank bubbles quietly, and traffic is muted because of snow on the road and decreased numbers.&amp;nbsp; How lovely life is!&amp;nbsp; How wonderful it is to arrive at a point where inner strength and convictions outweigh the guilt and pressure others try to heap on us!&amp;nbsp; How beautiful it is to savor the small joys in life, consciously and deliberately!&amp;nbsp; I am a blessed girl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204295765306511147-4608963266550738316?l=downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/feeds/4608963266550738316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/2012/02/serenity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204295765306511147/posts/default/4608963266550738316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204295765306511147/posts/default/4608963266550738316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/2012/02/serenity.html' title='Serenity'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14052617664360986836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szURmhDwrGc/TzrTdGiFSnI/AAAAAAAAARw/mqY9K9KQB4g/s220/Cathy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-q6x01Y3BWRo/TzvXS8yAM1I/AAAAAAAAASc/WAEwZR3Wsog/s72-c/scrapbook.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7204295765306511147.post-3253115554233159171</id><published>2012-02-14T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-15T08:23:13.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7nvJriLURU/TzrRg3Xeu8I/AAAAAAAAARg/QcMOjCBAQsc/s1600/No+FB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="142" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7nvJriLURU/TzrRg3Xeu8I/AAAAAAAAARg/QcMOjCBAQsc/s200/No+FB.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I’ve thought about starting fresh with a blog for quite a while now,  but Facebook was just so…easy.&amp;nbsp; Fun.&amp;nbsp; Bright.&amp;nbsp; Colorful.&amp;nbsp; Busy.&amp;nbsp; Now,  with the news of the IPS and the resulting changes, Facebook simply  seems ominous, intrusive, and greedy.&amp;nbsp; Enough.&amp;nbsp; I’m a very private  person, but I have much to say – I think I can find the balance between  what I need in my personal life and what I want to put out there in  public.&amp;nbsp; I refuse to become a moneymaker for Facebook and have my  friends spammed and advertised to according to what I “like” and click  on.&amp;nbsp; We can’t escape it all entirely, but this will help.&amp;nbsp; I’m using  Google and Gmail much less too – they’re all connected, and the more I  learn about how invasive they are, with data mining and information  selling going on, the more I’m determined to slow it all down as much as  possible.&amp;nbsp; Privacy is a thing of the past, sad to say, but there are  things we can do to put the brakes on the process sometimes.&amp;nbsp; We’re  switching to cash almost entirely now, are working to pay off all our  debt (it will take a while, but it WILL happen), cut down on mail and  email coming in, making sure to stay up on the donotcall registries, and  so forth.&amp;nbsp; It’s just not anybody’s business what we do and how we  handle our lives and finances.&amp;nbsp; Granted, a blog is still somewhat  public, but at least I am choosing what information to share, not  someone else.&amp;nbsp; Gotta fight The Man when we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, life is good.&amp;nbsp; &lt;i&gt;Really&lt;/i&gt; good.&amp;nbsp; I have an amazing family –  four incredible kids, an equally incredible grandchild (I will refer to  her as the B.G. – Beautiful Girl, henceforth – she is 3 1/2 right now),  and the most amazing, perfect, handsome, funny, sexy, loving, generous,  understanding husband in the history of the universe.&amp;nbsp; Whatever I do,  whatever I don’t do, however I mess up, whatever paths I take that may  be right or wrong, he is right there with me, never judging, never  criticizing, and always loving me for who I am. I’m always amazed he  continues to come home at night to me.&amp;nbsp; We live in the most awesome  house on the planet.&amp;nbsp; For me, anyway.&amp;nbsp; It’s not luxurious, it needs to  be remodeled, and it has it’s funky quirks, but it also has a creek in  the back yard, a hot tub (bliss), mature trees, a bit of wildlife  sometimes, and a rural feel even though we are close to a mid-sized  city.&amp;nbsp; I love it here.&amp;nbsp; I LOVE IT HERE.&amp;nbsp; I am more contented and joyful  here than anywhere else I’ve lived in my life.&amp;nbsp; I have gotten the  education I hoped for and loved what I studied – I learned a stunning  amount and will continue to learn for the rest of my life.&amp;nbsp; I enjoy the  simple pleasures each day, and I try to be mindful of them (and I’ll  bring those up from time to time) – hot herbal tea first thing in the  morning while poking around online, wearing comfy clothes, feeling the  warmth of a fire in the fireplace, white noise that soothes me  (dishwasher and washing machine), watching the cats play, an incredibly  comfortable bed with tons of covers, blinds to shut if I want to close  out the world, lots of scrapbook supplies so I can continue to complete  our family history for years to come, music I love on my iPod and phone,  order and organization, a clean sink…the list is seemingly endless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having said all that, life is not perfect.&amp;nbsp; I have far too many  pounds on me, which I struggle with physically and emotionally, every  day of my life.&amp;nbsp; I attempt to eat a Paleo-based diet, but have failed  miserably so far.&amp;nbsp; I continue to work on that.&amp;nbsp; I loathe exercising – I  am sedentary and quite happy with that.&amp;nbsp; That has to change, sadly, as  I’m determined to lose the weight and feel like a normal human being  again, but…pretty sure I’m going to hate it.&amp;nbsp; I struggle with a panic  disorder, but am doing better now than I have been in quite some time.&amp;nbsp;  More on that later.&amp;nbsp; I am imperfect – I’m too intense, I sometimes  flounder, trying to figure out what I want and need to be when I grow up  (I’ll be 50 later this year), and I’m SO private that I drive many  people nuts.&amp;nbsp; I have a blog about that – about introversion in general –  that I’ve largely done little with, but am going to resurrect, now that  I’m blogging in general again – www.introvertedlife.com.&amp;nbsp; Introversion  is a beautiful thing, but it is massively misunderstood and totally  undervalued by society.&amp;nbsp; It matters not, though – I am who I am and  there you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What to address in this blog…I’m working on that in my mind.&amp;nbsp;  Probably just whatever suits me at the time.&amp;nbsp; Politics, religion  (specifically, my new lack of and subsequent happiness), our travels and  adventures (I have a bucket list – maybe I’ll post that soon), Paleo  information, my possible path to law school, weight loss struggles (and  accomplishments…right?&amp;nbsp; right!&amp;nbsp; I think…), awesome books I’ve read you  just have to read too, music I hope to perform soon, whatever.&amp;nbsp; Just (as  we say at home about general things, chores, etc.) – stuffity stuff.&amp;nbsp;  Should be an interesting ride.&amp;nbsp; &lt;img alt=":)" class="wp-smiley" src="http://s0.wp.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif?m=1306902169g" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7204295765306511147-3253115554233159171?l=downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/feeds/3253115554233159171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-thought-about-starting-fresh-with.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204295765306511147/posts/default/3253115554233159171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7204295765306511147/posts/default/3253115554233159171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://downthewanderingpath.blogspot.com/2012/02/ive-thought-about-starting-fresh-with.html' title='Fresh start'/><author><name>Cathy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14052617664360986836</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-szURmhDwrGc/TzrTdGiFSnI/AAAAAAAAARw/mqY9K9KQB4g/s220/Cathy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D7nvJriLURU/TzrRg3Xeu8I/AAAAAAAAARg/QcMOjCBAQsc/s72-c/No+FB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
