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<channel><title><![CDATA[ - Blog]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.winklemusic.com/blog.html]]></link><description><![CDATA[Blog]]></description><pubDate>Fri, 12 Aug 2011 10:52:38 -0500</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[Things Time Has Taught Me]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2011/03/things-time-has-taught-me.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2011/03/things-time-has-taught-me.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 06 Mar 2011 03:00:00 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2011/03/things-time-has-taught-me.html</guid><description><![CDATA[This will be &nbsp;a growing list as time goes along:- Time may not heal all wounds, but it definitely makes them hurt less.- True friends are those who can go through the good, the bad and the ugly and then years later, still be your friend.- All musicians, even the really great ones, have insecurities.- I&rsquo;m not as good as I thought, but I&rsquo;m also not as bad (creatively speaking).- N [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">This will be &nbsp;a growing list as time goes along:<br /><br />- Time may not heal all wounds, but it definitely makes them hurt less.<br />- True friends are those who can go through the good, the bad and the ugly and then years later, still be your friend.<br />- All musicians, even the really great ones, have insecurities.<br />- I&rsquo;m not as good as I thought, but I&rsquo;m also not as bad (creatively speaking).<br />- No matter how hard I try, I will always be that dorky kid inside.<br />- The rhyme &ldquo;Sticks and stone may break my bones, but words will never hurt me&rdquo; is a flat out lie. Words hurt.<br />- Think before you speak.<br />- Our parents really did know what they were talking about.<br />- Slow down.<br />- Spell check is a life saver.<br /><br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Insecurities?]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2010/08/insecurities.html]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2010/08/insecurities.html#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 30 Aug 2010 03:00:00 -0500</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.winklemusic.com/1/post/2010/08/insecurities.html</guid><description><![CDATA[I got &lsquo;em and I hate &lsquo;em &hellip; it&rsquo;s like having a bad disease!&nbsp;I&rsquo;ve quoted an Alanis Morissette tune before &hellip; every time I feel insecure, the song won&rsquo;t leave my mind! I love how she writes; her lyrics are so clever. So, I quote:&ldquo;Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly&nbsp;One small sideways look and I feel so ungood&nbsp;Somewhere a [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div  class="paragraph editable-text" style=" text-align: left; ">I got &lsquo;em and I hate &lsquo;em &hellip; it&rsquo;s like having a bad disease!&nbsp;<br /><br />I&rsquo;ve quoted an Alanis Morissette tune before &hellip; every time I feel insecure, the song won&rsquo;t leave my mind! I love how she writes; her lyrics are so clever. So, I quote:<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh these little rejections how they add up quickly&nbsp;<br />One small sideways look and I feel so ungood&nbsp;<br />Somewhere along the way I think I gave you the power to make<br />Me feel the way I thought only my father could&nbsp;<br /><br />Oh these little rejections how they seem so real to me&nbsp;<br />One forgotten birthday I&rsquo;m all but cooked&nbsp;<br />How these little abandonments seem to sting so easily&nbsp;<br />I&rsquo;m 13 again am I 13 for good?&nbsp;<br /><br />I can feel so unsexy for someone so beautiful&nbsp;<br />So unloved for someone so fine&nbsp;<br />I can feel so boring for someone so interesting&nbsp;<br />So ignorant for someone of sound mind&nbsp;<br /><br />Oh these little protections how they fail to serve me&nbsp;<br />One forgotten phone call and I&rsquo;m deflated&nbsp;<br />Oh these little defenses how they fail to comfort me&nbsp;<br />Your hand pulling away and I&rsquo;m devastated&nbsp;<br /><br />When will you stop leaving baby?&nbsp;<br />When will I stop deserting baby?&nbsp;<br />When will I start staying with myself?&nbsp;<br /><br />Oh these little projections how they keep springing from me&nbsp;<br />I jump my ship as I take it personally&nbsp;<br />Oh these little rejections how they disappear quickly&nbsp;<br />The moment I decide not to abandon me&nbsp;&rdquo;<br /><br />This song is so true! &nbsp;It&rsquo;s funny how I freak myself out over every little thing. &nbsp;It drives me absolutely crazy! lol &hellip; and yet, God still puts up with me. &nbsp;He still sends me little encouragers along the way. &nbsp;You&rsquo;d think He would finally just say PULEEZE! But no &hellip; He is that reassuring Father whispering in our ears &hellip; I just love Him!<br /><br />So, I&rsquo;ll keep fighting this nasty disease &hellip; I&rsquo;m sure I&rsquo;ll cry somewhere down the road when someone says something, looks at me weird, or just ignores me &hellip; but for tonight, I&rsquo;ll laugh at myself and shake my head &hellip; and say thanks to God for yet again speaking words wisdom &hellip; let it be!<br /><br /></div>  ]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>

