<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Semi-Finished]]></title><description><![CDATA[Semi Finished]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 29 Apr 2026 00:32:28 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[A Little About Me]]></title><description><![CDATA[Okay, okay, okay, welcome to Semi Finished — my tiny pastel colored bubble where the messy middle gets a VIP pass. I'm Sarah!  I am a midlife, single mom of three amazing children. In a nutshell I constantly have what feels like a million tabs open at once. I paint night skies while a podcast fizzles in the background and one of my kids is always asking for a ride somewhere (which I am always there for). My life is not a museum. It’s a living room full of always lit fairy lights around my...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/a-little-about-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699f0ed0f79dd8a5b007bae0</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 19:30:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_8845a1a8239a4adfa702a807891666f7~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_924,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[100 Things I Love...Updated!]]></title><description><![CDATA[A million years ago (okay fine, more like a decade) I wrote a blog post with this same title, but it was for a completely different season of my life. That version of “100 Reasons” was written when I was deep in the trenches of navigating my own mental illness, trying to make sense of the sharp twists and turns of being Bipolar Type 2 and ADHD. And I honestly was thinking of 100 reasons to go on in life, looking back on it now. Yes, the classic one‑two combo punch to the brain. 10/10 do not...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/100-things-i-love-updated</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c1683dadda444fefae9880</guid><pubDate>Sun, 19 Apr 2026 01:27:32 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_21292e8dcffd40c697239137b8700c11~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA["A semicolon is used when an author could've ended their sentence, but chose not to. The author is you and the sentence is your life."- The Semicolon Project]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today is International Semicolon Day, which hits different when you have one tattooed on your wrist and a date burned into your brain. November 19th, 2015 is the day I swallowed a fistful of Xanax because I "Just needed to sleep." A few days later, I wrote about it from the psych ward with a ballpoint pen and a paper cup of hospital coffee. Instead of trying to rewrite history I am going to let that version of me talk, and then I'm going to answer her from here. The following is exactly what...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/a-semicolon-is-used-when-an-author-could-ve-ended-their-sentence-but-chose-not-to-the-author-is-y</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e10e8126cccc5d78fc37c5</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Apr 2026 16:56:40 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_018622138fb14723bbd73b4ccea09877~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_320,h_166,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Me, Myself and I: Taking Up Space In My Own Body]]></title><description><![CDATA[I took myself on a date to the park because no one else was available… and because I’m finally in a place where “just me” is actually enough. It was supposed to be simple...get out of the apartment, walk around the lake, breathe some non‑apartment air, maybe snag a couple Instacart orders if they popped-up. Nothing fancy, nothing optimized. Just me in my black coat, my sunglasses, and my imagination edging me. Somewhere between “I’m just walking” and “wow, this light is really pretty through...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/me-myself-and-i-taking-up-space-in-my-own-body</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69c4065a043183ace6e03aba</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Mar 2026 17:09:38 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_5f5ab2e39ad0450cb600799a492d8942~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Beacon Brain: On Accidentally Summoning Exactly What You Wanted]]></title><description><![CDATA[I used to think “manifestation” was just wishful thinking with better branding. Like, sure you can light a candle, say some words you found in a Facebook group at 1:17 a.m., stare at the moon, dramatically exhale about your “intention”. Then what happens? You still wake up to the same dishes in the sink, the same overdue bill, the same quiet phone. Cute ritual with ZERO dragons summoned! But then yesterday something happened that I can’t file under “coincidence” anymore. Mind you I am a data...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/beacon-brain-on-accidentally-summoning-exactly-what-you-wanted</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69b01604a547e1dd3d7cc38e</guid><pubDate>Tue, 10 Mar 2026 22:31:01 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_c4b585ec1e934786bf27e7fa097f4568~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_752,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Hi Nostalgia, Have a Seat]]></title><description><![CDATA[Have you ever had that achey little feeling of wanting to belong somewhere again? Not just “be included,” but be woven into something, part of a scene, a story, a night that keeps living in everybody’s group chat and inside jokes for years. New Year's Eve, 2003. My group of friends used to dress-up and go out for New Year's Eve every year! We always ended up at some random after party. It was a whole different era...back in the day that is, which was usually a Friday for some reason. You show...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/hi-nostalgia-have-a-seat</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69a1b01af9c4f9db1661eb88</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2026 20:41:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_7e17f70102a4479b87aa375376113ff7~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[VIP Heart, No Refunds!]]></title><description><![CDATA[My heart is not a consolation prize. It is a room people are lucky to be invited into at all. People tend to experience me as disarmingly safe, like I am the kinda person who listens without turning everything into a performance. Connection for me is precious and not proof I am worth keeping. I honor even the most brief encounter or connection as sacred. Whether it is a shared glance with a stranger or late night chats that never repeat. Although...I am learning slowly to let silence speak...]]></description><link>https://www.asemifinishedlife.com/post/vip-heart-no-refunds</link><guid isPermaLink="false">699a5628b89ac23fa77b6110</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Feb 2026 20:27:29 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/2c0d61_536cdff65bfd4786aeaeb29dd4470bc4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_896,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>szimmerman2222</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>