<?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-785036765870170786</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:39:42.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inventing My Life</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inventingmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785036765870170786/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inventingmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526791052776841457</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-785036765870170786.post-7260210409397418716</id><published>2011-03-18T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T17:18:58.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starters</title><content type='html'>I feel like the past five years of life have been met with dissatisfaction. I had many things that I wanted to accomplish, none of which have been successful. I'm still hacking away at the books, taking tests and failing most of them. At times I wonder if its worth it. I'm studying something that I find extremely interesting but have a hard time living it. I look around at all my class mates (most of whom play sports or step into a gym every week) and wonder what I'm doing there. I haven't stepped foot in a gym in year and other then walking my dog three times a day I have no sustained exercise. On top of that, my diet is atrocious. I spend more time eating in my car than anything else. I choose not to go to a gym because I feel threatened, insecure, and inadequate. Why? I don't know. However, I have let my fears dictate my life. I have missed many opportunities because of my desire to hide myself from the world. So here I am, attempting to invent my life. First challenge to invention: Overcoming the Rock Wall of Fear, Tuesday @ 3pm. I look forward to the challenge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/785036765870170786-7260210409397418716?l=inventingmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://inventingmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7260210409397418716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://inventingmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/starters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785036765870170786/posts/default/7260210409397418716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/785036765870170786/posts/default/7260210409397418716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://inventingmylife.blogspot.com/2011/03/starters.html' title='Starters'/><author><name>Wes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526791052776841457</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>
