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		<title>By: Put Down the Hammer &#171; Nancy Jane Smith, Career Counselor</title>
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		<dc:creator>Put Down the Hammer &#171; Nancy Jane Smith, Career Counselor</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Oct 2010 02:47:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] fact, two wonderful bloggers, Danielle LaPorte at White Hot Truth and Aidan Donnelley Rowley at Ivy League Insecurities have written about their own struggle with self hatred and not feeling good enough.  It was [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] fact, two wonderful bloggers, Danielle LaPorte at White Hot Truth and Aidan Donnelley Rowley at Ivy League Insecurities have written about their own struggle with self hatred and not feeling good enough.  It was [...]</p>
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		<title>By: When I Grow Up &#8211; The Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Link Love: March 2010</title>
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		<dc:creator>When I Grow Up &#8211; The Blog &#187; Blog Archive &#187; Link Love: March 2010</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Apr 2010 07:37:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] Not Good Enough on Ivy League Insecurities is where Aidan brings her Vulnerability Vampire to the surface. I also loved Dollhouses &amp; Dreams, because I was there in her apartment with Gretchen Rubin &amp; 40 other women, &amp; I felt lucky &amp; honored &amp; special. Yup, I&#8217;ll write about my experience soon (spoiler: it involves me telling Gretchen &amp; a room full of strangers about my disgusting habit. Thank God it got a laugh!). [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] Not Good Enough on Ivy League Insecurities is where Aidan brings her Vulnerability Vampire to the surface. I also loved Dollhouses &amp; Dreams, because I was there in her apartment with Gretchen Rubin &amp; 40 other women, &amp; I felt lucky &amp; honored &amp; special. Yup, I&#8217;ll write about my experience soon (spoiler: it involves me telling Gretchen &amp; a room full of strangers about my disgusting habit. Thank God it got a laugh!). [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Green With Envy? &#124; ivy league insecurities</title>
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		<dc:creator>Green With Envy? &#124; ivy league insecurities</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 17 Mar 2010 19:55:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] as we are all insecure from time to time, insofar as we all have our fair share of not good enough moments, we also feel envious of others from time to time. When in the throes of insecurity and [...]</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>[...] as we are all insecure from time to time, insofar as we all have our fair share of not good enough moments, we also feel envious of others from time to time. When in the throes of insecurity and [...]</p>
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		<title>By: Amber</title>
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		<dc:creator>Amber</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 03 Mar 2010 20:02:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh, Aidan, I understand.  I have had so many periods in which these words have buried me, BURIED ME, underneath their weight.  I guess the challenge is not allowing them to penetrate your defenses.  It is hard. Very hard.

I wrote about this a week ago (I think) and mentioned that I have my demons--the mother demon, the writer demon, the wife demon--each telling me that I&#039;m not good enough. Battling with them everyday is tiresome. Sometimes I just cave into their belittling remarks.  And, other days, I stand up, fight, and win (or semi-win).  

Truthfully, though, I learn a little bit each time I battle.  I learn that I don&#039;t have to be perfect.  I also learn to trust myself and my husband.

Thank you for sharing this very vulnerable part of yourself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh, Aidan, I understand.  I have had so many periods in which these words have buried me, BURIED ME, underneath their weight.  I guess the challenge is not allowing them to penetrate your defenses.  It is hard. Very hard.</p>
<p>I wrote about this a week ago (I think) and mentioned that I have my demons&#8211;the mother demon, the writer demon, the wife demon&#8211;each telling me that I&#8217;m not good enough. Battling with them everyday is tiresome. Sometimes I just cave into their belittling remarks.  And, other days, I stand up, fight, and win (or semi-win).  </p>
<p>Truthfully, though, I learn a little bit each time I battle.  I learn that I don&#8217;t have to be perfect.  I also learn to trust myself and my husband.</p>
<p>Thank you for sharing this very vulnerable part of yourself.</p>
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		<title>By: ~Melody @ 6 Feet Over~</title>
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		<dc:creator>~Melody @ 6 Feet Over~</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:32:11 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Have you ever felt inadequate when caught in the throes of real life? 
--Yes, on a regular basis. Too regular. 

Do you think blogging encourages vulnerability?
--Yes, in a refreshing way. It opens the doors for our frustrations, insecurities, etc to be let go. They come  back, but when we &#039;put it out there&#039; for the &#039;world&#039; to see it&#039;s like we&#039;re acknowledging that we&#039;re just as human as the next person. It&#039;s a lot easier (and more acceptable) to blog about the truths in our lives than it is for us to stand on a podium in public and start speaking the truth, eh?
  
Do you feel like by doing so many things, we are stretching ourselves too thin?
-- Most definitely. It&#039;s all about balance. When things are out of balance, crash occurs. Just because we have so many things we want to achieve doesn&#039;t mean they must be done in record speeds. Life is short, but it&#039;s long at the same time...if we do everything all at once, we&#039;ll be bored later. Timing is everything...balance is key.

Do you think this phenomenon of trying to do it all and have it all is part and parcel of humanity? Of modernity? Of parenthood? Of personhood?
--A little of each, but for some I think it&#039;s mainly personhood. Some of us put much more pressure on ourselves than others. We buy into the belief that we have to &#039;have it all&#039;...when, in actuality, all we need is clearly different. We receive peace when we learn to savor the &#039;needs&#039; more than the &#039;wants&#039; and see that the &#039;wants&#039; are just icing on the cake. 

When these five words float through your head, how do you cope? 
--I take a deep breath, sit back and realize how truly blessed I am. I woke up. I have another day. I remember to cherish the day I was given. I tend to FREAK sometimes when I have a LONG list of things I want to do and not enough time or resources to achieve everything. Then I remember how my husband almost passed away 5 years ago...life would be SO different right now without him. I wouldn&#039;t give a rat&#039;s ass about the things on my list right now had he passed away. Perspective. I remind myself to focus on what REALLY brings me joy and peace and then I thank the Lord for another day.

You&#039;re good enough...trust me.

~melody~</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever felt inadequate when caught in the throes of real life?<br />
&#8211;Yes, on a regular basis. Too regular. </p>
<p>Do you think blogging encourages vulnerability?<br />
&#8211;Yes, in a refreshing way. It opens the doors for our frustrations, insecurities, etc to be let go. They come  back, but when we &#8216;put it out there&#8217; for the &#8216;world&#8217; to see it&#8217;s like we&#8217;re acknowledging that we&#8217;re just as human as the next person. It&#8217;s a lot easier (and more acceptable) to blog about the truths in our lives than it is for us to stand on a podium in public and start speaking the truth, eh?</p>
<p>Do you feel like by doing so many things, we are stretching ourselves too thin?<br />
&#8211; Most definitely. It&#8217;s all about balance. When things are out of balance, crash occurs. Just because we have so many things we want to achieve doesn&#8217;t mean they must be done in record speeds. Life is short, but it&#8217;s long at the same time&#8230;if we do everything all at once, we&#8217;ll be bored later. Timing is everything&#8230;balance is key.</p>
<p>Do you think this phenomenon of trying to do it all and have it all is part and parcel of humanity? Of modernity? Of parenthood? Of personhood?<br />
&#8211;A little of each, but for some I think it&#8217;s mainly personhood. Some of us put much more pressure on ourselves than others. We buy into the belief that we have to &#8216;have it all&#8217;&#8230;when, in actuality, all we need is clearly different. We receive peace when we learn to savor the &#8216;needs&#8217; more than the &#8216;wants&#8217; and see that the &#8216;wants&#8217; are just icing on the cake. </p>
<p>When these five words float through your head, how do you cope?<br />
&#8211;I take a deep breath, sit back and realize how truly blessed I am. I woke up. I have another day. I remember to cherish the day I was given. I tend to FREAK sometimes when I have a LONG list of things I want to do and not enough time or resources to achieve everything. Then I remember how my husband almost passed away 5 years ago&#8230;life would be SO different right now without him. I wouldn&#8217;t give a rat&#8217;s ass about the things on my list right now had he passed away. Perspective. I remind myself to focus on what REALLY brings me joy and peace and then I thank the Lord for another day.</p>
<p>You&#8217;re good enough&#8230;trust me.</p>
<p>~melody~</p>
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		<title>By: Jack</title>
		<link>http://www.ivyleagueinsecurities.com/2010/03/not-good-enough/#comment-4558</link>
		<dc:creator>Jack</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 23:17:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The boys and I get together and talk about what it means to be 40+ and have we done enough. None of us feel that we have.

During times like this I turn to Dr. Seuss and read &quot;Oh The Places You&#039;ll Go.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The boys and I get together and talk about what it means to be 40+ and have we done enough. None of us feel that we have.</p>
<p>During times like this I turn to Dr. Seuss and read &#8220;Oh The Places You&#8217;ll Go.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: The Shallow End &#124; ivy league insecurities</title>
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		<dc:creator>The Shallow End &#124; ivy league insecurities</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 20:44:03 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] order of business. Thank you. For holding my virtual hand through my soggy Sunday moment and its precarious aftermath. For leaving a trail of words. For your existential echoes. It dawned [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Niki</title>
		<link>http://www.ivyleagueinsecurities.com/2010/03/not-good-enough/#comment-4542</link>
		<dc:creator>Niki</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 13:48:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>For the most part, there are two instances where &quot;I&#039;m not good enough&quot; pops up in my life:  (1) relationships; and (2) work.  

In relationships it creeps in either when someone chooses not to start or to end a relationship with me, whether it be a friendship or a romantic relationship. Or where that person chooses someone else over me. How can you not feel as though you are not good enough in those situations. At work, it creeps up pretty much everyday, as I am always getting assignments where I feel as though I have no idea what I&#039;m doing, or where my boss and I have had a disconnect about what the assignment was and I have done it completely wrong, or where I have missed a large concept in a document, etc.  

The moment passes a little quicker in relationship situations because I try to move on as best I can and meet new people, whether friends or romantic prospects.  The moment lingers continously at work unfortunately.  Perpetuating the other questions that come along with &quot;I&#039;m not good enough&quot; -- will I ever be good enough?  Will I ever be good at this?  Is this what I should be doing with my life?  Will this ever make me happy?  

As is clear by the comments here, expressing the I&#039;m not good enough feeling encourages others to tell you that you are.  But for me, that doesn&#039;t really solve the problem.  I tend not to believe what people say about me, be it good or bad.  I have to believe it myself, and just hearing someone say it doesn&#039;t make me believe it.  I have to have an event or a moment, or whatever, of accomplishment that makes me know I&#039;m good enough.  Such as finding that great friend or companion, even for a little bit.  Or getting positive feedback at work for something I have done.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For the most part, there are two instances where &#8220;I&#8217;m not good enough&#8221; pops up in my life:  (1) relationships; and (2) work.  </p>
<p>In relationships it creeps in either when someone chooses not to start or to end a relationship with me, whether it be a friendship or a romantic relationship. Or where that person chooses someone else over me. How can you not feel as though you are not good enough in those situations. At work, it creeps up pretty much everyday, as I am always getting assignments where I feel as though I have no idea what I&#8217;m doing, or where my boss and I have had a disconnect about what the assignment was and I have done it completely wrong, or where I have missed a large concept in a document, etc.  </p>
<p>The moment passes a little quicker in relationship situations because I try to move on as best I can and meet new people, whether friends or romantic prospects.  The moment lingers continously at work unfortunately.  Perpetuating the other questions that come along with &#8220;I&#8217;m not good enough&#8221; &#8212; will I ever be good enough?  Will I ever be good at this?  Is this what I should be doing with my life?  Will this ever make me happy?  </p>
<p>As is clear by the comments here, expressing the I&#8217;m not good enough feeling encourages others to tell you that you are.  But for me, that doesn&#8217;t really solve the problem.  I tend not to believe what people say about me, be it good or bad.  I have to believe it myself, and just hearing someone say it doesn&#8217;t make me believe it.  I have to have an event or a moment, or whatever, of accomplishment that makes me know I&#8217;m good enough.  Such as finding that great friend or companion, even for a little bit.  Or getting positive feedback at work for something I have done.</p>
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		<title>By: Liz</title>
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		<dc:creator>Liz</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 10:40:36 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Yes, I feel &quot;not good enough&quot; sometimes, and I do think it is today&#039;s version of motherhood. We are not &quot;just moms&quot; (as if!)...we are moms who do and be. We want to do great things, we want to be our true selves, we want it all. And perhaps women always did, perhaps my mom, who was the stereotypical housewife, also wanted all of this, too, but then, there were expectations, and so perhaps her restlessness was silenced inside her own head. We definitely spread ourselves thin...we have all these facets, demands, jobs, sides...but I&#039;d definitely prefer it that way. I can not stand the idea of being one-dimensional, in my life or in my own head. I&#039;d rather it be stressful and difficult, but that there be many passions and many roles.
As far as blogging...YES! I do feel it encourages vulnerability, IF you allow it to do so. I promised myself I&#039;d be honest, even if it was insulting (which I think, recently, it was for one reader), even if I was scared, even if it made me uncomfortable. I have gotten braver and braver as I&#039;ve blogged (a year this week), and it has been incredibly freeing...not just as a writer, but as a person.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Yes, I feel &#8220;not good enough&#8221; sometimes, and I do think it is today&#8217;s version of motherhood. We are not &#8220;just moms&#8221; (as if!)&#8230;we are moms who do and be. We want to do great things, we want to be our true selves, we want it all. And perhaps women always did, perhaps my mom, who was the stereotypical housewife, also wanted all of this, too, but then, there were expectations, and so perhaps her restlessness was silenced inside her own head. We definitely spread ourselves thin&#8230;we have all these facets, demands, jobs, sides&#8230;but I&#8217;d definitely prefer it that way. I can not stand the idea of being one-dimensional, in my life or in my own head. I&#8217;d rather it be stressful and difficult, but that there be many passions and many roles.<br />
As far as blogging&#8230;YES! I do feel it encourages vulnerability, IF you allow it to do so. I promised myself I&#8217;d be honest, even if it was insulting (which I think, recently, it was for one reader), even if I was scared, even if it made me uncomfortable. I have gotten braver and braver as I&#8217;ve blogged (a year this week), and it has been incredibly freeing&#8230;not just as a writer, but as a person.</p>
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		<title>By: Julia Masi</title>
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		<dc:creator>Julia Masi</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 02 Mar 2010 02:26:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am not good enough to join my family at the holidays so I serve fancy dinners at a spoup kitchen every week.  I&#039;m not good enough to wear expensive designer clothes, so I organize coat drives for the homeless.  I&#039;m not good enough to be part of a clique that gossips over cocktails, so I blog about volunteers who are changing   the world.  Good can not be measured by the amount of money you make, the number of hours you work or whether your relationships last longer than Chanukah.   Good comes from independent thinking, trusting your own advice and dancing to the Sid Vicious version of &quot;My Way&quot; whenever self-doubt creeps in.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am not good enough to join my family at the holidays so I serve fancy dinners at a spoup kitchen every week.  I&#8217;m not good enough to wear expensive designer clothes, so I organize coat drives for the homeless.  I&#8217;m not good enough to be part of a clique that gossips over cocktails, so I blog about volunteers who are changing   the world.  Good can not be measured by the amount of money you make, the number of hours you work or whether your relationships last longer than Chanukah.   Good comes from independent thinking, trusting your own advice and dancing to the Sid Vicious version of &#8220;My Way&#8221; whenever self-doubt creeps in.</p>
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