<?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-8781126</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:07:52.591-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something to think about...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16919403538856392074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://ray-lamontagne.com/sylviaax.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781126.post-109854346757582066</id><published>2004-10-23T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T22:37:39.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Resentment</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ah, a topic I know all too well. When you resent someone or hold a grudge against them, usually it’s for a pretty good reason. (Well at least you tend to think so) Despite justification the general consensus is you have to let bygones be bygones. You have to be the “bigger” person and move on. I’ve tried this tactic and it doesn’t seem to work. &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;If you’re forcing yourself to move on then it’s not because you’ve forgiven them but more for your own sanity. You try to convince yourself by saying one of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;ol&gt;     &lt;li&gt;“X” amount of time has passed, I guess it’s time to move on&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;I don’t want to deal with this forever so I should just let it go&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of holding a grudge&lt;/li&gt;     &lt;li&gt;I’m too good for this&lt;/li&gt;        &lt;/ol&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Usually what happens in these circumstances is the feelings are suppressed for a short period of time. The old feelings will eventually resurface when you get reminded of your previous turmoil. At this point you find yourself back at square one.&lt;/p&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Sure I’ve been resentful towards my family (my mother specifically) and I held on to that grudge for a very long time. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I tried to force myself to move on and eventually realized in order to really move forward you have to forgive that individual. I know it’s hard to forgive someone who has wronged you. But believe me, when you do finally forgive them, a huge weight is lifted off of your shoulders and you soon realize that forgiveness is much better than resentment any day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781126-109854346757582066?l=sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109854346757582066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781126&amp;postID=109854346757582066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109854346757582066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109854346757582066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/resentment.html' title='Resentment'/><author><name>Sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16919403538856392074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://ray-lamontagne.com/sylviaax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781126.post-109849982284194010</id><published>2004-10-22T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:01:15.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>  &lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the beginning of every relationship it seems both individuals are at the top of their game. They're romantic, understanding, they bend over backwards for the other, they try to look good for the other person, and they are more than willing to make adjustments. At what point in the relationship does this all go out the door? The more time we spend with our significant others and the more comfortable we feel with them, the less effort we make. Is it the fact that we've become lazy or do the gestures become less important? I guess it depends on who you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781126-109849982284194010?l=sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109849982284194010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781126&amp;postID=109849982284194010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109849982284194010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109849982284194010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16919403538856392074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://ray-lamontagne.com/sylviaax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8781126.post-109822939162034196</id><published>2004-10-19T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T08:02:40.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>50 facts about me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I eat two slices of bread with nothing in between and actually call it a sandwich&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I like to stay up all hours of the night and sleep in late (very late)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I like any animal with a flat face, and that is why I own a pug&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My favorite beverage is Snapple Iced Tea (not flavored, and definitely not diet)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My favorite food is fettuccini alfredo second favorite is pizza&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;The only vegetables I eat are potatoes &amp; Broccoli. (unless it's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;campbell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;'s veg. soup)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I do not drink or smoke under any circumstances&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My favorite musicians are     &lt;a href="http://www.raylamontagne.com/"&gt;Ray LaMontagne&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.johnmayer.com/"&gt;John Mayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marcbroussard.com/"&gt;Marc Broussard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I love live music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My favorite season is Spring&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I can be argumentative&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I have a very VERY short temper&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I am Puerto Rican&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I was born and raised in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Philadelphia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My favorite colors are beige, blue and olive green&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I will not let anyone use my down comforter (believe me they've tried)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I am for the most part low maintenanc&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I never rely on others, I always do for myself&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I once got into a fight with a co-worker on the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Despite my temper, I am a very generous person&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I cried like a baby during titanic (Beaches, The Notebook, Philadelphia etc.)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;When I was 5 years old my sister accidentally dropped a bowl of steaming hot oatmeal on my shoulder, I was out of school for at least 6 months&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;It breaks my heart to see old people in the street&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I love love love, when men wear cologne&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I play the piano&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;My mother entered me in a pageant when I was 10 to dance the lambada; I won $800&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I sleep with a light on. Whether it be the tv, computer monitor or night light&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I own 36 pairs of jeans (either sergio valente, guess, or sevens)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I own 12 pairs of Nike sneakers&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I buy all of my clothing and sneakers online (and yes, they always fit)&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I take a spoon full of cheese whiz and slowly lick it off the spoon&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I don't like sports&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I don't own any skirts&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm a perfectionist in every aspect of my life except keeping my room clean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I used to weigh 115 lbs about two years ago. I now weight 135. (so sad)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I think the worst job ever has to be working in a call center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;A few years back I saw a couple of dead bodies in the morgue of a local hospital (long story)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm going to school for nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I don't really like soda all that much, I'm more of an iced tea and juice person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Raw fish is my enemy, I will not eat it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I was a straight 'A' student my whole life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I went to catholic school from 6th - 12th grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;A nun once caught me kissing a guy in one of the corridors and gave me a detention. (on the slip she wrote "Engaged in sexually explicit behavior")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I had an aunt I couldn't get along with, one day &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt; I said I hated her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;. The next day she died, I felt guilty for a very long time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I am afraid of the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I played the quija board and it scared the shit out of me. I never touched it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Other than the oatmeal incident, I have never been hospitalized&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;Longest relationship 6 years, shortest 1 week&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I moved out of my parents house a week after my 18th birthday. My mother didn't talk to me for 2 months after that. She called me when I sent her flowers on Christmas eve&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;I'm not afraid to speak my mind and say exactly how I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;    &lt;ol style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;                                                                                                                                                       &lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8781126-109822939162034196?l=sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/109822939162034196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8781126&amp;postID=109822939162034196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109822939162034196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8781126/posts/default/109822939162034196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sylviasthoughts.blogspot.com/2004/10/50-facts-about-me.html' title='50 facts about me....'/><author><name>Sylvia</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16919403538856392074</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://ray-lamontagne.com/sylviaax.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
