<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103510453802568603</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:40:51.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What Defines You</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdefinesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103510453802568603/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdefinesyou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054533968518949725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8103510453802568603.post-811051397014248276</id><published>2007-03-30T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:05:41.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/30/2007</title><content type='html'>What defines you?  What defines me? I sat here thinking about that today.  Are we defined by our gender, motherhood, fatherhood, jobs?  I think all of the above.  At least that's what society says.  Society reminds us daily how we define each other.  By the crazy reality shows, the over obsession with hollywood,  athletes and artists we idolize.  We define ourselves through things,  and people.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a journey to really figure out what defines me.   Naturally I would say that I am defined by God and his will for me.  That is what I want to say...but I'm not quite sure if I believe that 100%.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8103510453802568603-811051397014248276?l=whatdefinesyou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whatdefinesyou.blogspot.com/feeds/811051397014248276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8103510453802568603&amp;postID=811051397014248276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103510453802568603/posts/default/811051397014248276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8103510453802568603/posts/default/811051397014248276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whatdefinesyou.blogspot.com/2007/03/3302007.html' title='3/30/2007'/><author><name>Cheri</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02054533968518949725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
