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	<title>Comments on: What To Do When You Are On Plan N</title>
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		<title>By: Writings from the Dirt Road &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Circling the airport another time</title>
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		<dc:creator>Writings from the Dirt Road &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Circling the airport another time</dc:creator>
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		<description>[...] Lately, it feels like my life is in a holding pattern. There&#8217;s that sinking feeling when the pilot announces you are going to have to make another circle around the airport. You&#8217;re tired and you just want to go home. You can see the runaway down below. People are groaning. Children start to cry. All you can do is just sit there in your chair and play with your used napkin and an empty cup. That&#8217;s where I&#8217;m at right now. A year ago, I wrote about some of my frustration that the future has seemingly been an unknown and that I really don&#8217;t know where it&#8217;s going. Well, here we are a year later and I&#8217;m no closer to having any answers. I don&#8217;t feel like I&#8217;ve accomplished very much in this past year. I got in better shape and ran in a 10K race and lost some weight. That was a good thing. Other than that, I don&#8217;t know what else I have to show. There&#8217;s a voice that whispers in my ear that I should be farther along at this age but I&#8217;m pretty sure he&#8217;s a liar. [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Lately, it feels like my life is in a holding pattern. There&#8217;s that sinking feeling when the pilot announces you are going to have to make another circle around the airport. You&#8217;re tired and you just want to go home. You can see the runaway down below. People are groaning. Children start to cry. All you can do is just sit there in your chair and play with your used napkin and an empty cup. That&#8217;s where I&#8217;m at right now. A year ago, I wrote about some of my frustration that the future has seemingly been an unknown and that I really don&#8217;t know where it&#8217;s going. Well, here we are a year later and I&#8217;m no closer to having any answers. I don&#8217;t feel like I&#8217;ve accomplished very much in this past year. I got in better shape and ran in a 10K race and lost some weight. That was a good thing. Other than that, I don&#8217;t know what else I have to show. There&#8217;s a voice that whispers in my ear that I should be farther along at this age but I&#8217;m pretty sure he&#8217;s a liar. [...]</p>
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