<?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-8538596411102852725</id><updated>2011-11-13T19:31:39.654-08:00</updated><category term='self discovery'/><title type='text'>cha.otic</title><subtitle type='html'>a chronicle through a young woman's day-to-day struggle to discover her place in the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imtindomeiel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538596411102852725/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtindomeiel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lisa</name><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-8538596411102852725.post-9057459899595530015</id><published>2007-01-26T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T21:52:55.415-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self discovery'/><title type='text'>Who i am today</title><content type='html'>Who i am today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to define who I am. In short, I don't know. There are days when I'm confident about who I am but there are other days when I feel that I have no clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm 23. I have a BA. I have a job but it isn't what I really want to do. In short, I'd love to earn a Ph. D. But I don't have time nor money to dedicate to earning something that may or may not have a job waiting for me. So I got a job. A job with potential for advancement. But I still feel inadequate around some people. I feel that my job is inferior to their grad school participation. That's when I begin to doubt who I am, and I get confused about my future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't know anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must stop comparing myself to others but it's a nasty habit that I just can't seem to drop. So today, in the public place of cyberspace, I'm declaring a truce with myself. I am okay and I'll be fine in the future. The choice I've made does not make me inferior to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desiderata, my favorite poem, warms my heart. One stanza speaks to how I feel: If only I could remember it when the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;If you compare yourself with others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;you may become vain and bitter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.&lt;/em&gt; - Desiderata, Max Ehermann&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could remember it when the green-eyed monster rears its ugly head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8538596411102852725-9057459899595530015?l=imtindomeiel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://imtindomeiel.blogspot.com/feeds/9057459899595530015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8538596411102852725&amp;postID=9057459899595530015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538596411102852725/posts/default/9057459899595530015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8538596411102852725/posts/default/9057459899595530015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://imtindomeiel.blogspot.com/2007/01/who-i-am-today.html' title='Who i am today'/><author><name>Lisa</name><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>
