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	<title>Comments on: I’m Not as Happy as I Seem</title>
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		<title>By: Bizeness</title>
		<link>http://www.aspenreallife.com/2009/11/13/poor/comment-page-1/#comment-1392</link>
		<dc:creator>Bizeness</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 20 Nov 2009 01:23:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Preach it, sister, thanks for the candor. 

On another note, we are living &quot;reverse&quot; geographic lives- I, too, met my husband in Aspen (well, Snowmass)- he was the cook where I waitressed at Pinata waaaaaay back when in our preemptive retirement (we will now be working until the age of 110- I will be a greeter at Target and he at Home Depot). We now live north of Boston with our 2 little ones, our barely standing home (&quot;home&quot; not &quot;house&quot;) which we scrounge monthly to cover in order to retain &quot;consistency&quot; for our kids! 

It&#039;s tough times, these days. And hard to break away from the &quot;visions of grandeur&quot; I had and have for myself and my life. On the other hand, the ordinarily dailiness of life is the stuff of longevity and hopefully it&#039;s acceptance brings maturity and contentment. At least that&#039;s what I keep telling myself...

Toodles- live my life for me out there and I&#039;ll contend with being far too &quot;Western&quot; in spirit here in New England!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Preach it, sister, thanks for the candor. </p>
<p>On another note, we are living &#8220;reverse&#8221; geographic lives- I, too, met my husband in Aspen (well, Snowmass)- he was the cook where I waitressed at Pinata waaaaaay back when in our preemptive retirement (we will now be working until the age of 110- I will be a greeter at Target and he at Home Depot). We now live north of Boston with our 2 little ones, our barely standing home (&#8220;home&#8221; not &#8220;house&#8221;) which we scrounge monthly to cover in order to retain &#8220;consistency&#8221; for our kids! </p>
<p>It&#8217;s tough times, these days. And hard to break away from the &#8220;visions of grandeur&#8221; I had and have for myself and my life. On the other hand, the ordinarily dailiness of life is the stuff of longevity and hopefully it&#8217;s acceptance brings maturity and contentment. At least that&#8217;s what I keep telling myself&#8230;</p>
<p>Toodles- live my life for me out there and I&#8217;ll contend with being far too &#8220;Western&#8221; in spirit here in New England!</p>
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		<title>By: Anne</title>
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		<dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 17 Nov 2009 04:28:01 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hi Jillian,

I followed you here from your post &#039;Critiqing My Writing&#039; from my place from which you followed from Heather. Did that make sense? ;)

I didn&#039;t willingly stop working, but after a year I can honestly say I have not felt as happy as I do today. Money is getting tight, I have no job prospect, but I am optimistic and happy. When the time is right I will find the right job for me.

It&#039;s good to put it out there on occasion. It helps to remind us what is really important and all things work out as they should at the end of the day. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hi Jillian,</p>
<p>I followed you here from your post &#8216;Critiqing My Writing&#8217; from my place from which you followed from Heather. Did that make sense? <img src='http://www.aspenreallife.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I didn&#8217;t willingly stop working, but after a year I can honestly say I have not felt as happy as I do today. Money is getting tight, I have no job prospect, but I am optimistic and happy. When the time is right I will find the right job for me.</p>
<p>It&#8217;s good to put it out there on occasion. It helps to remind us what is really important and all things work out as they should at the end of the day. <img src='http://www.aspenreallife.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Jillian</title>
		<link>http://www.aspenreallife.com/2009/11/13/poor/comment-page-1/#comment-1342</link>
		<dc:creator>Jillian</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 15:15:58 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Hello Heather,

I agree, I normally don&#039;t like to discuss my financial struggles on my blog but I do like to test the waters with my readers to see what they like and what they don&#039;t.

I also agree that life is much more enjoyable when you live it with love. Anger and bitterness only makes for a miserable life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Hello Heather,</p>
<p>I agree, I normally don&#8217;t like to discuss my financial struggles on my blog but I do like to test the waters with my readers to see what they like and what they don&#8217;t.</p>
<p>I also agree that life is much more enjoyable when you live it with love. Anger and bitterness only makes for a miserable life.</p>
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		<title>By: Heather Kephart</title>
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		<dc:creator>Heather Kephart</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:52:12 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are no alone! We have been through similar financial struggles since I had Joe and became a stay at home Mom. We didn&#039;t plan for the huge (okay, not HUGE lol) drop in income, so it hit us hard. The stress is worse than anything because it laps at both your sense of security and your personal freedom. 

None of us are as happy as we seem, Jillian. I just don&#039;t usually post when I am not happy, unless it has to do with struggling to write with two small kiddos running around.

P.S. I am one of those Moms who talks about poop. If I could stop I would, but I can&#039;t. And I fear it will only get worse. Sigh. 

P.P.S. Remember that all things are cyclical. In my life, I&#039;ve found that if I don&#039;t get bogged down by how &quot;unfair&quot; things are and give in to negativity, but focus on trying to work love into situations, they usually resolve themselves quicker. I used to be a very angry person, watching jerks and people who step on others skate through life. It didn&#039;t compute. My head nearly exploded with the nonsense of it all, and trying to fight for justice. When I stopped fighting for justice, and unburdened myself of the responsibility of righting the world&#039;s wrongs, I found that my personal power increased tenfold. Or at least it felt as though it did. And that&#039;s all that matters, right? Hang on there. It will be okay.

P.P.P.S. I know I&#039;m rambling nonsensically, but I got up at 4am and I&#039;m all wiggly woggly.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>You are no alone! We have been through similar financial struggles since I had Joe and became a stay at home Mom. We didn&#8217;t plan for the huge (okay, not HUGE lol) drop in income, so it hit us hard. The stress is worse than anything because it laps at both your sense of security and your personal freedom. </p>
<p>None of us are as happy as we seem, Jillian. I just don&#8217;t usually post when I am not happy, unless it has to do with struggling to write with two small kiddos running around.</p>
<p>P.S. I am one of those Moms who talks about poop. If I could stop I would, but I can&#8217;t. And I fear it will only get worse. Sigh. </p>
<p>P.P.S. Remember that all things are cyclical. In my life, I&#8217;ve found that if I don&#8217;t get bogged down by how &#8220;unfair&#8221; things are and give in to negativity, but focus on trying to work love into situations, they usually resolve themselves quicker. I used to be a very angry person, watching jerks and people who step on others skate through life. It didn&#8217;t compute. My head nearly exploded with the nonsense of it all, and trying to fight for justice. When I stopped fighting for justice, and unburdened myself of the responsibility of righting the world&#8217;s wrongs, I found that my personal power increased tenfold. Or at least it felt as though it did. And that&#8217;s all that matters, right? Hang on there. It will be okay.</p>
<p>P.P.P.S. I know I&#8217;m rambling nonsensically, but I got up at 4am and I&#8217;m all wiggly woggly.</p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 14:03:50 +0000</pubDate>
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