<?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-6727483</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:41.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Undone</title><subtitle type='html'>Thirty-something woman looking for my path in life.  I'd like to start writing as a creative outlet and possibly some insight...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womanundone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727483/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womanundone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stormy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591359760117478139</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-6727483.post-108163490935540655</id><published>2004-04-10T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T18:12:20.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm about to skydive.  Ok, so everybody is blogging these days, but why do I feel like I'm about to bare my soul?  Maybe because I am.  I need a place to release my thoughts, ideas, feelings, blah, blah, blah.   I'm afraid that someone I know will come across this and that keeps me from just letting go.  So what if they do, right?  There really shouldn't be anything that I wouldn't want them to know...right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6727483-108163490935540655?l=womanundone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727483/posts/default/108163490935540655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6727483/posts/default/108163490935540655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womanundone.blogspot.com/index.html#108163490935540655' title=''/><author><name>Stormy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16591359760117478139</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></entry></feed>
