<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Alone-Time on Late Blooms</title><link>/categories/alone-time/</link><description>Recent content in Alone-Time on Late Blooms</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/categories/alone-time/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Embracing Solitude</title><link>/posts/embracing-solitude/</link><pubDate>Thu, 05 Apr 2018 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/posts/embracing-solitude/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;“A little while alone in your room will prove more valuable than anything else that could ever be given you.” ~ &lt;strong&gt;Rumi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;There was a time in my life when I didn&amp;rsquo;t enjoy being alone.  As a child, I always wanted to have playmates.  Later on, as an adolescent, I wanted to have friends, go places, and be part of several activities that were going on.  It seems that at every stage of my younger life I felt lonely if I wasn&amp;rsquo;t in the company of other people.  It seemed as though I was afraid of alone time.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>