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<rss version="0.92"><channel><title>Living in The Third Person</title><link>http://besorg.blog.co.uk/</link><description></description><language>en-EU</language><docs>http://backend.userland.com/rss092</docs><image><title>Living in The Third Person</title><link>http://besorg.blog.co.uk/</link><url>http://data5.blog.de/design/preview/68/e3a64f0a69f88a4eafaaddafc8c53f_160x200.jpg</url></image><item><title>The First One</title><description>	&lt;p&gt;I won't start by introducing myself, there is plenty of time to be bored with pleasantries. I will start by saying that twenty minutes ago I made a discovery; one that presented me with both a deep and outstretching despair and a delicious kind of relief. It was a realisation that caused me for a second to feel more self-aware than I liked or am used to but at the same time I was treated to a rare and brief moment of self understanding and for that I am enormously grateful.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I realise I'm not being very lucid, I'm trying to empty through my keyboard, in the clearest way possible, my current thoughts.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've been thinking about writing some things down for a while, but when it comes to it I'm often at loss as to what I should write. On those odd occasions that I do summon sufficient courage to begin to write my mind starts to whir; a million thoughts of self doubt - is it interesting enough? what will everyone think? what if people challenge my opinions?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And until today I hadn't truly realised how frightened I am of people, and life, and myself. I stumble half-heartedly through my life all the time worrying what people will think, what if I say the wrong thing, or make a mistake, or make a decision that goes awry? I have been terrified by something into limiting my self and my potential.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And what is the point of that?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;So I'm determined to overcome this, and in that lies the despair..it is sure to be a long and obstacle strewn path but along with the despair of knowing what I have to do comes also the relief of knowing exactly what I need to do.&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;And so draws to a close the self involved journey of my first post. Happier ramblings of a happier girl tomorrow &lt;img src="/img/smilies/icon_smile.gif" alt=":)" class="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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