<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><channel><title>Resilience on Og Maciel's Journal</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/tags/resilience/</link><description>Recent content in Resilience on Og Maciel's Journal</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://omaciel.github.io/tags/resilience/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Sorting Through a Hard Week</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-11-15-sorting-through-a-hard-week/</link><pubDate>Sat, 15 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-11-15-sorting-through-a-hard-week/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="sorting-through-a-hard-week"&gt;Sorting Through a Hard Week&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;This Saturday, I’m accompanying my wife to a workshop she’s helping put together here in Hillsborough, North Carolina. The event is at the public library, and while she’ll be busy for a few hours, I decided to carve out some quiet time for myself—find a corner, gather my thoughts, and get some reading done. I’m nearly finished with one of the books I’ve been slowly working through over the last few days, but my mind has also been very preoccupied with work. That shouldn’t surprise anyone who’s been reading my posts lately.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item><item><title>Finding My Feet Again</title><link>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-11-13-finding-my-feet-again/</link><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2025 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>https://omaciel.github.io/posts/2025-11-13-finding-my-feet-again/</guid><description>&lt;h1 id="finding-my-feet-again"&gt;Finding My Feet Again&lt;/h1&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Dear reader and friends,&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It’s been a chaotic last three days at work, the kind where I can barely find time to breathe or do anything personal beyond being with my family. Work has consumed every single minute, and I’ve faced challenges that pushed me to the brink more than once. I’d be lying if I said the easier route — throwing in the towel — didn’t cross my mind. The comfort of giving up can be surprisingly tempting. There were moments when I had to talk myself off the ledge, reminding myself not to stop caring, not to disconnect, not to shut down.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>