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<channel><title><![CDATA[Blog4Change.org - Comments for article: Where's That Wardrobe?  ]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org</link><description /><language>en-us</language><copyright><![CDATA[http://www.blog4change.org]]></copyright><generator>N/A</generator><webMaster>webmaster@blog4change.org</webMaster><lastBuildDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2026 19:08:50 UTC</lastBuildDate><ttl>20</ttl><item><title><![CDATA[Where's That Wardrobe?  ]]></title><link>http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1884/1/Wheres-That-Wardrobe--/Page1.html#Comment1563</link><description><![CDATA[It really is amazing the weight of the world a woman is expected to carry on her shoulders.  

Being a Mom, a wife, a daughter, you experience a job like no other.  It does make you want to crawl under a rock, or run far away, (just for a day of course) but then the sun rises and you start  a new day, new slate, fresh start, and something makes you smile, and you give thanks, and prefer no other life on this planet, then the one you have. 

And this is the script for the rest of our lives. 
There's under the rock days, and there's walkin on sunshine days.  

 Just as we need the rainy days for our flowers to grow, we need the rainy days in our life.  There's always a lesson to learn from those rainy, cloudy, under the rock days. I guess it's sort of balance.

Keep on smilin, and Keep lookin up.<br/><br/>
Comment posted by Mary Benedet at 9:04 am, Sat 27th Feb 2010]]></description><author>no@spam.com (Mary Benedet)</author><pubDate><![CDATA[Sat, 27 Feb 2010 09:04:18 UTC]]></pubDate><guid isPermaLink="true">http://www.blog4change.org/articles/1884/1/Wheres-That-Wardrobe--/Page1.html#Comment1563</guid></item></channel></rss>