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	<title>Comments on: Returned and rebuilding</title>
	<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2007/05/15/returned-and-rebuilding/</link>
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	<pubDate>Fri, 16 May 2008 03:01:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>By: annmarie</title>
		<link>http://widow-speak.org/blog/2007/05/15/returned-and-rebuilding/#comment-3975</link>
		<dc:creator>annmarie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 06:02:35 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Nice to hear from you again Amanda. 
So, I'm curious, where did you decide to move? I knew it was contingent upon grad school. 
In regard to making "poor decisions" in our widowhood... as I complete my tenth year, I look back at many decisions that I cringe at now. At the time, there was no other choice, and yet, looking back, one wonders, how different it would be if...
My city's historian once told me, in the gym's locker room, as I was ranting about the doctor's negligence with Peter, "there are no if's in history."
It's true, if's are more a part of the illusion than the reality of our lives.
Certainly, choices pave our ways. Those of us who are privileged enough to have choices, walk many different walks, some easier than others.
It's all the process of our lives. I am constantly relearning to surrender to what my life offers and accept the choices that I make along the way.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Nice to hear from you again Amanda.<br />
So, I&#8217;m curious, where did you decide to move? I knew it was contingent upon grad school.<br />
In regard to making &#8220;poor decisions&#8221; in our widowhood&#8230; as I complete my tenth year, I look back at many decisions that I cringe at now. At the time, there was no other choice, and yet, looking back, one wonders, how different it would be if&#8230;<br />
My city&#8217;s historian once told me, in the gym&#8217;s locker room, as I was ranting about the doctor&#8217;s negligence with Peter, &#8220;there are no if&#8217;s in history.&#8221;<br />
It&#8217;s true, if&#8217;s are more a part of the illusion than the reality of our lives.<br />
Certainly, choices pave our ways. Those of us who are privileged enough to have choices, walk many different walks, some easier than others.<br />
It&#8217;s all the process of our lives. I am constantly relearning to surrender to what my life offers and accept the choices that I make along the way.</p>
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