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		By: Jack.		</title>
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					<description><![CDATA[Amazing post! I am going through this right now, and so pleased to see that while I feel the deep effects of that foundational early wounding, I no longer live from that place. I believe I am in the process of being . . . well, not exactly abandoned or rejected, but not accepted. And I feel it, grieve it, and begin to process it. I find I can survive it as an adult, in a way that I could not as a young boy.

I choose to be Open, Authentic, and Vulnerable in this world, and this is the risk I run. It&#039;s well worth it for me to be Alive, Present, Wholehearted, and Loving.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Amazing post! I am going through this right now, and so pleased to see that while I feel the deep effects of that foundational early wounding, I no longer live from that place. I believe I am in the process of being . . . well, not exactly abandoned or rejected, but not accepted. And I feel it, grieve it, and begin to process it. I find I can survive it as an adult, in a way that I could not as a young boy.</p>
<p>I choose to be Open, Authentic, and Vulnerable in this world, and this is the risk I run. It&#8217;s well worth it for me to be Alive, Present, Wholehearted, and Loving.</p>
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