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		<title>By: Eileen</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-276</link>
		<dc:creator>Eileen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 04:35:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, and I adjusted the timezone on my blog settings, so for some reason my comments are inserting themselves in the wrong place. Oops! Hopefully that won&#039;t happen after this...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, and I adjusted the timezone on my blog settings, so for some reason my comments are inserting themselves in the wrong place. Oops! Hopefully that won&#8217;t happen after this&#8230;</p>
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		<title>By: Eileen</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-275</link>
		<dc:creator>Eileen</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 04:34:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow, it is strange to cross over the line from just talking to myself to where people actually read what I wrote. And wonderful, present kinds of people who actually think about this stuff too! I&#039;m still sitting here typing on my same laptop, but it seems like a different world. Thank you all so much for your kind comments. This makes it gentler and sweeter to be out of the blogging &quot;closet.&quot;

Oh and Grace, isn&#039;t that the truth... once you face the *thing*, the healing/dealing part can turn out to be surprisingly easy. What a crack-up :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow, it is strange to cross over the line from just talking to myself to where people actually read what I wrote. And wonderful, present kinds of people who actually think about this stuff too! I&#8217;m still sitting here typing on my same laptop, but it seems like a different world. Thank you all so much for your kind comments. This makes it gentler and sweeter to be out of the blogging &#8220;closet.&#8221;</p>
<p>Oh and Grace, isn&#8217;t that the truth&#8230; once you face the *thing*, the healing/dealing part can turn out to be surprisingly easy. What a crack-up <img src='http://eileenvalazza.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: vbrouhard</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-274</link>
		<dc:creator>vbrouhard</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 03:27:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Wow...thank you for being brave and sharing such a real part of yourself.

&quot;All the while wondering why the hell is my house such a mess?&quot;

I just love that.

Those parts of my life that always seem to stay messy...what cat am *I* avoiding?

Please keep writing...can&#039;t wait to read more!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Wow&#8230;thank you for being brave and sharing such a real part of yourself.</p>
<p>&#8220;All the while wondering why the hell is my house such a mess?&#8221;</p>
<p>I just love that.</p>
<p>Those parts of my life that always seem to stay messy&#8230;what cat am *I* avoiding?</p>
<p>Please keep writing&#8230;can&#8217;t wait to read more!</p>
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		<title>By: Grace</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-273</link>
		<dc:creator>Grace</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 00:49:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yeah, that turning-to-face-what&#039;s-chasing-you thing. Uh huh.

Funny thing is, how often does the monster under the bed turn out to be dust bunnies in the end?  I can&#039;t tell you how many times I&#039;ve run shrieking from stuff that makes me laugh when I finally give up in exhaustion and turn around!  :)

Congratulations on joining the blogoverse!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yeah, that turning-to-face-what&#8217;s-chasing-you thing. Uh huh.</p>
<p>Funny thing is, how often does the monster under the bed turn out to be dust bunnies in the end?  I can&#8217;t tell you how many times I&#8217;ve run shrieking from stuff that makes me laugh when I finally give up in exhaustion and turn around!  <img src='http://eileenvalazza.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>Congratulations on joining the blogoverse!</p>
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		<title>By: James &#124; Dancing Geek</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-272</link>
		<dc:creator>James &#124; Dancing Geek</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 23:31:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>&quot;I’m running around slamming doors and knocking shit over just to avoid looking at it.&quot;

LMAO! Hehehehehe.

I seem to have developed a stigmatism where my eyes will jerk to look at something else whenever I see a cat - it&#039;s odd, disconcerting and leaves me convinced that cats don&#039;t exist.  Either way (putting the much maligned metaphor out of the way) it sucks when I&#039;m not noticing what&#039;s going on - hence trying to practice mindfulness every day (30 day trial going at the moment) to see if any cats crop up for cuddles and something to eat.

*miaow*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;I’m running around slamming doors and knocking shit over just to avoid looking at it.&#8221;</p>
<p>LMAO! Hehehehehe.</p>
<p>I seem to have developed a stigmatism where my eyes will jerk to look at something else whenever I see a cat &#8211; it&#8217;s odd, disconcerting and leaves me convinced that cats don&#8217;t exist.  Either way (putting the much maligned metaphor out of the way) it sucks when I&#8217;m not noticing what&#8217;s going on &#8211; hence trying to practice mindfulness every day (30 day trial going at the moment) to see if any cats crop up for cuddles and something to eat.</p>
<p>*miaow*</p>
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		<title>By: Marissa</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-271</link>
		<dc:creator>Marissa</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 23:22:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This post totally triggered a mini-epiphany for me (an epiphanette, if you will), which makes this post (a) awesome and (b) a bookmarked favorite.

The running around knocking shit down to avoid noticing the cat (even though I&#039;m obviously noticing the cat on some level, hence my tearing around the house and causing additional chaos...) could be listed in the &quot;Hobbies&quot; section of my online profiles on a lot of days.

I heart Havi for being such a catalyst for courage and insights and epiphanies, and I heart you for blogging your own insights and epiphanies right here were other folks like moi can get inspired by them and then leave a big ol&#039; excited stream-of-consciousness comment about it.

KUDOS to you. I&#039;m subscribing and look forward to more yummy totally relateable goodness. :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post totally triggered a mini-epiphany for me (an epiphanette, if you will), which makes this post (a) awesome and (b) a bookmarked favorite.</p>
<p>The running around knocking shit down to avoid noticing the cat (even though I&#8217;m obviously noticing the cat on some level, hence my tearing around the house and causing additional chaos&#8230;) could be listed in the &#8220;Hobbies&#8221; section of my online profiles on a lot of days.</p>
<p>I heart Havi for being such a catalyst for courage and insights and epiphanies, and I heart you for blogging your own insights and epiphanies right here were other folks like moi can get inspired by them and then leave a big ol&#8217; excited stream-of-consciousness comment about it.</p>
<p>KUDOS to you. I&#8217;m subscribing and look forward to more yummy totally relateable goodness. <img src='http://eileenvalazza.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
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		<title>By: Havi Brooks (and duck)</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-270</link>
		<dc:creator>Havi Brooks (and duck)</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 21:58:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>My dream has come true. Through some crazy freaking miracle, there are all of a sudden a bunch of blogs I actually feel like reading.

This is brilliant. And this is exactly where I want to be.

With bright, loving, caring, thinking, working-through-this-crap with patience and intention kind of people who are TALKING about all the stuff that I think about all the time.

Beautiful post. I think the practice of learning to remember &quot;Oh crap! It&#039;s that cat again!&quot; is another annoying life learning thing, and it gets easier with time. Or the cat gets louder. Something like that.

Love. This. Blog.

*kiss*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>My dream has come true. Through some crazy freaking miracle, there are all of a sudden a bunch of blogs I actually feel like reading.</p>
<p>This is brilliant. And this is exactly where I want to be.</p>
<p>With bright, loving, caring, thinking, working-through-this-crap with patience and intention kind of people who are TALKING about all the stuff that I think about all the time.</p>
<p>Beautiful post. I think the practice of learning to remember &#8220;Oh crap! It&#8217;s that cat again!&#8221; is another annoying life learning thing, and it gets easier with time. Or the cat gets louder. Something like that.</p>
<p>Love. This. Blog.</p>
<p>*kiss*</p>
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		<title>By: ecorrigan</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-269</link>
		<dc:creator>ecorrigan</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 20:51:48 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Exactly! Like sometimes I&#039;m not even aware enough to do that (and I mean for YEARS at a time!)

Thanks for being the first commenter as I sl-oooo-wly open up in small ways about my supersecret blog. That you are the Milk Duds writer makes it just perfect somehow.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Exactly! Like sometimes I&#8217;m not even aware enough to do that (and I mean for YEARS at a time!)</p>
<p>Thanks for being the first commenter as I sl-oooo-wly open up in small ways about my supersecret blog. That you are the Milk Duds writer makes it just perfect somehow.</p>
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		<title>By: Diane Whiddon-Brown</title>
		<link>http://eileenvalazza.com/2008/11/the-cat/#comment-268</link>
		<dc:creator>Diane Whiddon-Brown</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 30 Dec 2008 20:18:39 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I totally hear you.  I think the hardest part about this whole, crazy, self-work process is just realizing that you&#039;re having a moment in the first place.  Sure, meditate, acknowledge, self-compassion, blah, blah.  But, how am I supposed to do those things when I don&#039;t even know when I need them?  *cognitive dissonance*

And I love your description of the meltdown.  Metaphors are great.  I find that that&#039;s the only way I&#039;ll even listen to myself.  If I can make it sound like it&#039;s coming from a third person, then I&#039;ll pay attention.  Since I&#039;m the Milk Dud writer Havi talked about in her post, I guess that makes sense.  The weirdness of the human psyche...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I totally hear you.  I think the hardest part about this whole, crazy, self-work process is just realizing that you&#8217;re having a moment in the first place.  Sure, meditate, acknowledge, self-compassion, blah, blah.  But, how am I supposed to do those things when I don&#8217;t even know when I need them?  *cognitive dissonance*</p>
<p>And I love your description of the meltdown.  Metaphors are great.  I find that that&#8217;s the only way I&#8217;ll even listen to myself.  If I can make it sound like it&#8217;s coming from a third person, then I&#8217;ll pay attention.  Since I&#8217;m the Milk Dud writer Havi talked about in her post, I guess that makes sense.  The weirdness of the human psyche&#8230;</p>
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