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	<description>Jesse Blayne writes about thriving after marriage to a narcissist.</description>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-949</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 16:42:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Pat,

Your comment reminded me of something that happened the other night.

A bunch of us were out to dinner.  I was playing the part of the rude person at the table who was continually texting while trying to be involved in the conversation at the table.

I apologized a couple times for my rudeness and explained that a dear friend wasn&#039;t feeling well.  I was trying to be there for her, as well as be at the table.

And then I thought of all the times I&#039;ve harshly judged another for doing the same thing.

Next time, I&#039;ll leave the table and make an actual call.  

Next time I see a &#039;texter&#039;, I won&#039;t harshly judge in case that person has some pressing business to tend to, too.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Pat,</p>
<p>Your comment reminded me of something that happened the other night.</p>
<p>A bunch of us were out to dinner.  I was playing the part of the rude person at the table who was continually texting while trying to be involved in the conversation at the table.</p>
<p>I apologized a couple times for my rudeness and explained that a dear friend wasn&#8217;t feeling well.  I was trying to be there for her, as well as be at the table.</p>
<p>And then I thought of all the times I&#8217;ve harshly judged another for doing the same thing.</p>
<p>Next time, I&#8217;ll leave the table and make an actual call.  </p>
<p>Next time I see a &#8216;texter&#8217;, I won&#8217;t harshly judge in case that person has some pressing business to tend to, too.</p>
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		<title>By: Pat</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-947</link>
		<dc:creator>Pat</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 16:14:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Somehow I missed these comments. 

Jessica, you said: &quot;But now it’s different. Now that I have a deeper understanding of how everyone is trying their best, how you never know what someone is going through on the inside...&quot; 

It reminds me of one of my grandmother&#039;s sayings that I thought of as so profound when I was a kid: &quot;Don&#039;t judge the way someone walks until you&#039;ve walked in their shoes.&quot; I don&#039;t ALWAYS remember her words, but I have to say it&#039;s been a guide to me through my life.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Somehow I missed these comments. </p>
<p>Jessica, you said: &#8220;But now it’s different. Now that I have a deeper understanding of how everyone is trying their best, how you never know what someone is going through on the inside&#8230;&#8221; </p>
<p>It reminds me of one of my grandmother&#8217;s sayings that I thought of as so profound when I was a kid: &#8220;Don&#8217;t judge the way someone walks until you&#8217;ve walked in their shoes.&#8221; I don&#8217;t ALWAYS remember her words, but I have to say it&#8217;s been a guide to me through my life.</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-945</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 13:39:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Peg.

You are a true practitioner of the art of loving.  

You are a great example of loving across all lines and beyond all stuff.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Peg.</p>
<p>You are a true practitioner of the art of loving.  </p>
<p>You are a great example of loving across all lines and beyond all stuff.</p>
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		<title>By: Peg</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-944</link>
		<dc:creator>Peg</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Jun 2010 10:03:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>How did I miss this post?  I LOVE it!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>How did I miss this post?  I LOVE it!</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-879</link>
		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 15:26:44 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Jessica,

I liked the story of lunch with your friend.  That was such a kind way to be with her - instead of jumping on the bandwagon or calling her out on it.  Sometimes I forget to make that choice in those situations.

Thanks for the fine example.

I just saw a flyer about Reiki the other day and thought of you.  Gotta check that out.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Jessica,</p>
<p>I liked the story of lunch with your friend.  That was such a kind way to be with her &#8211; instead of jumping on the bandwagon or calling her out on it.  Sometimes I forget to make that choice in those situations.</p>
<p>Thanks for the fine example.</p>
<p>I just saw a flyer about Reiki the other day and thought of you.  Gotta check that out.</p>
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		<title>By: Jessica</title>
		<link>http://survivingnarcissism.com/2010/05/27/beauty-through-the-act-of-loving/comment-page-1/#comment-877</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 29 May 2010 01:13:28 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes!  It&#039;s all about love.  One thing I&#039;ve learned from my Reiki practice is that we ARE love.  We are light and beauty.  At our core.  Nothing, nothing, nothing can change that.  It&#039;s amazing and awe inspiring when we can bring that out and show it to the world.  That said, I have my days (too many in fact) where I look at myself in the mirror and don&#039;t love what I see.  Those are the days when I need to remind myself - I am love.  And that&#039;s all that matters.

I was at lunch with a friend today and several times she commented (negatively) on other people&#039;s appearance and clothes.  She&#039;s not usually like that (she&#039;s dealing with a lot of stress) so I didn&#039;t call her out on it but I was clearly not following along either.  I think she got it eventually and said &quot;I don&#039;t know why I&#039;m ragging on people today.&quot;  That kind of stuff never bothered me before and I would usually join in.  But now it&#039;s different.  Now that I have a deeper understanding of how everyone is trying their best, how you never know what someone is going through on the inside, I&#039;ve lost my nasty judgmental habit.  (Mostly, anyway).

Beautiful post, as usual.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes!  It&#8217;s all about love.  One thing I&#8217;ve learned from my Reiki practice is that we ARE love.  We are light and beauty.  At our core.  Nothing, nothing, nothing can change that.  It&#8217;s amazing and awe inspiring when we can bring that out and show it to the world.  That said, I have my days (too many in fact) where I look at myself in the mirror and don&#8217;t love what I see.  Those are the days when I need to remind myself &#8211; I am love.  And that&#8217;s all that matters.</p>
<p>I was at lunch with a friend today and several times she commented (negatively) on other people&#8217;s appearance and clothes.  She&#8217;s not usually like that (she&#8217;s dealing with a lot of stress) so I didn&#8217;t call her out on it but I was clearly not following along either.  I think she got it eventually and said &#8220;I don&#8217;t know why I&#8217;m ragging on people today.&#8221;  That kind of stuff never bothered me before and I would usually join in.  But now it&#8217;s different.  Now that I have a deeper understanding of how everyone is trying their best, how you never know what someone is going through on the inside, I&#8217;ve lost my nasty judgmental habit.  (Mostly, anyway).</p>
<p>Beautiful post, as usual.</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 16:02:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Donna,

I so know what you mean about sourcing bottomless pits.  

I had to quit doing that in my marriage.  I don&#039;t mind doing that (sometimes) for others.  Hell, maybe Cindy needs 674 compliments to tip the scale and she&#039;s on 673.  You could be that 674th comment.  Or not.  But it puts a little more sunshine into the day to say nice stuff, even if it isn&#039;t received in the way it was intended.

BTW...  I love your character.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Donna,</p>
<p>I so know what you mean about sourcing bottomless pits.  </p>
<p>I had to quit doing that in my marriage.  I don&#8217;t mind doing that (sometimes) for others.  Hell, maybe Cindy needs 674 compliments to tip the scale and she&#8217;s on 673.  You could be that 674th comment.  Or not.  But it puts a little more sunshine into the day to say nice stuff, even if it isn&#8217;t received in the way it was intended.</p>
<p>BTW&#8230;  I love your character.</p>
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		<title>By: Donna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Donna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 15:10:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Re: accepting the 673 compliments...I live in a small town, and at the small town library is a darling gal I&#039;ll call Cindy. Cindy is cute in both personality and looks. She also is a fashion goddess. She is very insecure about her looks, courtesy of her mother. I like the way she dresses and wears her hair, so I have complimented her. She &#039;accepts&#039; them but you can tell they don&#039;t even make a dent. 

One day, I was picking up a book and I complimented her purse. Her co-worker said, &quot;Oh, that will make her day!&quot; And suddenly, I was tired of sourcing bottomless pits. I knew that what I said was met with her mental denials (cuz I&#039;ve been there myself), and really don&#039;t make a difference in the long run. 

Here&#039;s to being a character ... and loving our own!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Re: accepting the 673 compliments&#8230;I live in a small town, and at the small town library is a darling gal I&#8217;ll call Cindy. Cindy is cute in both personality and looks. She also is a fashion goddess. She is very insecure about her looks, courtesy of her mother. I like the way she dresses and wears her hair, so I have complimented her. She &#8216;accepts&#8217; them but you can tell they don&#8217;t even make a dent. </p>
<p>One day, I was picking up a book and I complimented her purse. Her co-worker said, &#8220;Oh, that will make her day!&#8221; And suddenly, I was tired of sourcing bottomless pits. I knew that what I said was met with her mental denials (cuz I&#8217;ve been there myself), and really don&#8217;t make a difference in the long run. </p>
<p>Here&#8217;s to being a character &#8230; and loving our own!</p>
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		<title>By: Jesse</title>
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		<dc:creator>Jesse</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 15:00:20 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Annie,

Let&#039;s get down from the pedestals we&#039;ve put each other on (too damn many expectations) and play in the grass.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Annie,</p>
<p>Let&#8217;s get down from the pedestals we&#8217;ve put each other on (too damn many expectations) and play in the grass.</p>
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		<title>By: Annie</title>
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		<dc:creator>Annie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 28 May 2010 14:51:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>It took me awhile to get all the way through this one, kept getting interrupted... but now the tears are flowing here too.  You , my dear, I have envied, looked up to, admired your strength, well, put you on a pedestal.  You have done all of this with grace and love. LOVE... yep it is everywhere.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It took me awhile to get all the way through this one, kept getting interrupted&#8230; but now the tears are flowing here too.  You , my dear, I have envied, looked up to, admired your strength, well, put you on a pedestal.  You have done all of this with grace and love. LOVE&#8230; yep it is everywhere.</p>
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