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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Sun, 12 Feb 2012 10:19:12 GMT--><rdf:RDF xmlns:rdf="http://www.w3.org/1999/02/22-rdf-syntax-ns#" xmlns:rss="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:sy="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/syndication/" xmlns:admin="http://webns.net/mvcb/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:cc="http://web.resource.org/cc/"><rss:channel rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/"><rss:title>New Endings</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/</rss:link><rss:description></rss:description><dc:language>en-US</dc:language><dc:date>2012-02-12T10:19:12Z</dc:date><admin:generatorAgent rdf:resource="http://www.squarespace.com/">Squarespace Site Server v5.11.81 (http://www.squarespace.com/)</admin:generatorAgent><rss:items><rdf:Seq><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/11/soundtracks-of-my-life.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/8/wordless-wednesday-06.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/5/true-friends.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/1/wordless-wednesday-05.html"/><rdf:li rdf:resource="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/1/30/feelings-im-having.html"/></rdf:Seq></rss:items></rss:channel><rss:item rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/11/soundtracks-of-my-life.html"><rss:title>Soundtracks of My Life</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/11/soundtracks-of-my-life.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Debra</dc:creator><dc:date>2012-02-11T20:08:34Z</dc:date><dc:subject>About Me Adele Death Cab for Cutie Kathleen Edwards Mayer Hawthorne NEEDTOBREATHE life music</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[This started playing while I was running the other day and I loved the tempo. It's now a permanent member of my workout playlist.

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Another favorite running/workout tune with a great beat...

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...and <em>another</em> favorite song by NEEDTOBREATHE

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I don't care how positive and hopeful and bright I feel, this song brings me to my knees, a sobbing mess, every single time. Yes, even just posting it, I'm wiping away tears.

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And I can't not dance to this song. Can't not. Which makes driving difficult at times.

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I'll admit it, Mayer Hawthorne is my latest music crush.

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And, this is the sweetest video about forever love that I've seen in a long time. 

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<em>What's playing in your life these days? </em>

<br></br>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/8/wordless-wednesday-06.html"><rss:title>Wordless Wednesday 06</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/8/wordless-wednesday-06.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Debra</dc:creator><dc:date>2012-02-08T06:01:34Z</dc:date><dc:subject>About Photos black and white photos pottery wordless wednesday</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span class="full-image-block ssNonEditable"><span><img style="width: 400px;" src="http://debrakreps.com/storage/BW%20Pottery.JPG?__SQUARESPACE_CACHEVERSION=1328703968152" alt="" /></span></span></p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/5/true-friends.html"><rss:title>True Friends</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/5/true-friends.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Debra</dc:creator><dc:date>2012-02-05T13:12:10Z</dc:date><dc:subject>About Me friendship</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I was concerned when I published the last <a href="debrakreps.com/blog/2012/1/30/feelings-im-having.html">written post</a> that people would think I was passing judgment on them or condemning the use of social media. I hope by now that my long-time readers know me better than that but you never know when you are going to accidentally offend someone.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I have nothing against Twitter, Facebook, G+, and sites like those. I've enjoyed using them for years and have met amazing people that way. Just for now, they are something I need to eliminate from my life. That doesn't mean I won't possibly come back to them somewhere down the road or that I think everyone else should abandon them. Some people have time for all of that and a full life... I'm just not one of them right now. It was time for me to set priorities and that's how things shook out.</p>
<p>I mentioned in that post that my true friends would understand. Some people don't believe or can't fathom how people you primarily know from social media sites can really be friends--true friends, as in, people you can count on and confide in. My friend, Mary, is that kind of friend. She's been there for me countless times over the past few years and continues to always lend an ear and make me laugh, just when I need it.&nbsp;</p>
<p><a href="http://magandmoo.wordpress.com/2012/01/31/thank-you-my-friend/">She's written something</a> that I would like you to read. Not because she wrote about me, but because I want you to know her like I do, as a caring, considerate human being who needs to know how important she is... to me, especially. She doesn't think she's a good friend but I think after reading, you'll agree with me that she is one of the best.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Thank you, Mary!</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/1/wordless-wednesday-05.html"><rss:title>Wordless Wednesday 05</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/2/1/wordless-wednesday-05.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Debra</dc:creator><dc:date>2012-02-01T06:02:01Z</dc:date><dc:subject>About Photos Maine photos wordless wednesday</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/callalily_1/5055277077/" title="East Boothbay. Maine by Debra Kreps, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm5.staticflickr.com/4145/5055277077_c81c567d19.jpg" width="500" height="238" alt="East Boothbay. Maine"></a>]]></content:encoded></rss:item><rss:item rdf:about="http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/1/30/feelings-im-having.html"><rss:title>Feelings I'm Having</rss:title><rss:link>http://debrakreps.com/blog/2012/1/30/feelings-im-having.html</rss:link><dc:creator>Debra</dc:creator><dc:date>2012-01-31T03:44:00Z</dc:date><dc:subject>About Well-Being connection feelings</dc:subject><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I had a dream the other night that I can't seem to shake. I won't share the details but I was left with an overwhelming sense that I'm running out of time. I don't think it was an omen that I'm going to die any time soon-- dreams are rarely that literal--but I did take away a determination to not waste what time I have left, whether that be one year or fifty.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I want to do so many things. There are many places and countries I want to visit. I want to live outside the country at some point. I want to work in a new field. I want to volunteer in a job that makes me feel like my time on this earth has meant something. As I mentioned at dinner with friends tonight, I'd love to try making ceramics and blowing glass... just to see if I can make something beautiful. There are hundreds of books I want to read and photographs I want to take. There are people I need to know better and people I have yet to meet. There are dreams I haven't even dreamed yet.</p>
<p>So much to do.&nbsp;</p>
<p>Within hours of waking, I closed my Twitter account. I set the date for when I will get rid of cable television. I am pretty sure Facebook and Google+ will be closed before the end of February. It wasn't that I spent much time on any of those things but they are distractions, none the less. If they aren't there at all, I will spend those minutes doing something that means a little more in the long run.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I shut down this blog for a few hours and then, after more consideration, opened it again. I still want this little corner of the Internet to document parts of my life, at least for now. But it may not always be here, either. I've decided to write in my journal more, and in more detail. I want an account of more day-to-day decisions and choices and outcomes and feelings because I'm thinking this little journey might be memoir-worthy one day. It's just another feeling I'm having.&nbsp;</p>
<p>I guess I'm trading in a lot of different connections with hundreds of different people for a few, heartfelt, trustworthy, quality connections. Online friends are wonderful and supportive and there have been times when I wouldn't have made it through the night without them, but I have confidence that the online friends that have become true friends will always be with me. If the others fall away, then I'm willing to live with that. And my true friends will understand my decision.&nbsp;</p>
<p>The best thing I've decided to do so far this year is sending a handwritten note to someone new each week. There's something about sitting quietly and thinking about someone, especially someone you don't know extremely well, and thinking about what they mean to you, and putting that to paper. It's not only a great exercise in friendship, it's a great writing exercise, and I think the connections I make doing this are going to be strong and important.</p>
<p>It's just another feeling I have.</p>]]></content:encoded></rss:item></rdf:RDF>
