<?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[Digital Art/Blogging]]></title><description><![CDATA[ITSAVIBE115]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Wed, 03 Jun 2026 08:03:49 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.itsavibe115.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[DEAR MISSES GOOD HEART.]]></title><description><![CDATA[There is something I've come to understand about people.      Now, let me be clear—I am not saying you shouldn't be who you are. You should always be who you are. Never lose your kindness. Never lose your ability to care. Never lose the good that lives within your heart. But I have learned that sometimes being kind makes you a target. Having a good heart makes you a target. Because not everyone who smiles at you is your friend. Not everyone who appears supportive has good intentions.     ...]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/dear-misses-good-heart</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1c877774254bcae0826ec1</guid><category><![CDATA[The Shadow]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 31 May 2026 19:24:00 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_6c3ac4787c1746f4964b7101912b48f1~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Workplace Demons]]></title><description><![CDATA[Sometimes I have come to the understanding that I truly work with a bunch of demons. Let me explain. They were there the whole time, Fake Smiles... Not demons in the literal sense, but the kind that dwell within people. The kind that stay disguised. The kind that wear smiles, come across as friendly, and present themselves as trustworthy.                                                                                                       Yet beneath the surface, they are often deeply...]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/workplace-demons</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1b13e40d3cce725ea79933</guid><category><![CDATA[Love and Life]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 30 May 2026 17:06:20 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_caa0d07229b94294b0945b2ea2c4c05d~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[To Us, The Survivors...]]></title><description><![CDATA[Today, I give flowers to all survivors.]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/to-us-the-survivors</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a1336f6dff64c4bc139289e</guid><category><![CDATA[The Shadow]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 24 May 2026 17:50:17 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_919eac1539b643cc832ddf2c98da7787~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[CHECK YOUR ATTITUDE.]]></title><description><![CDATA[Let me make sure I state this correctly.]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/check-your-attitude</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a10f7cba2438924d10dc80e</guid><category><![CDATA[Love and Life]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 23 May 2026 00:50:06 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_e37f206085e840deb4f7944c8d1b1bd4~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Miss Tina Wasn’t the One]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are some people in life who mistake age for weakness. Miss Tina Beauregard learned long ago to let those kinds of people believe whatever they wanted. At eighty-two years old, Tina lived alone in her beautiful old brick home at the edge of town. She wore dramatic red hats, oversized sunglasses, and enough jewelry to make people stare when she walked into a room. Every Friday evening, she sat at the local jazz lounge smoking expensive cigars and sipping whiskey like a woman who had...]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/miss-tina-wasn-t-the-one</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a07a16122114a9aa2a86987</guid><category><![CDATA[Love and Life]]></category><pubDate>Fri, 15 May 2026 22:55:16 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_0d23f50e73404642a9cf82922649ce5a~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[She Became Her Own Light]]></title><description><![CDATA[She wasn’t supposed to make it this far.]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/she-became-her-own-light</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ee91cca376fc1e0eca7ecc</guid><category><![CDATA[The Shadow]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 22:31:34 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_5c3db703983b4cc5867a4fd380c4e940~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Step That Changed Everything]]></title><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/the-step-that-changed-everything</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69ee8882a376fc1e0eca668f</guid><category><![CDATA[Love and Life]]></category><pubDate>Sun, 26 Apr 2026 21:51:26 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_2c2d26e3656247729b4b32156c7d1017~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What Influences the Spirit?]]></title><description><![CDATA[What goes into our spirit? Are spirits merely the things that influence us deeply—on the inside of who we are… the original being, the original soul of ourselves? Are we shaped by the things we say, the things we do, our environments, the music around us—all the different forces that move us? I find myself comparing the spirit to something like dance. There are so many dances in this world—from salsa to tango to classical—so many types of music, so many different movements. And it makes me...]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/what-influences-the-spirit</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e62237a96d49e56ec5401b</guid><category><![CDATA[The Shadow]]></category><pubDate>Mon, 20 Apr 2026 12:58:22 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_336255313035462a8e274d5afb033a67~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Colorful Pain]]></title><description><![CDATA[Colorful Pain]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/colorful-pain</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e3da3da96d49e56ec0a122</guid><category><![CDATA[Artistic Vibe]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 19:25:59 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_553caab0229b419486eecaa1a650da8f~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Love That Endured   ]]></title><description><![CDATA[They used to say that love was loud—full of grand gestures, sweeping declarations, and fireworks that lit up the sky.]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/a-love-that-endured</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e3c98266edabdde7116a74</guid><category><![CDATA[Love and Life]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 18:21:54 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_d0c5686ab3f844f59b8c725fe945f072~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_555,h_555,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Becoming the Artist]]></title><description><![CDATA[There was a time when I didn’t have the words for what I felt. Everything sat quietly inside of me—unspoken, unprocessed, heavy in a way that didn’t always show on the surface. I moved through life the best I could, holding it together, smiling when needed, doing what was expected. But underneath it all, there was a part of me that needed release… a place where I could exist without pressure, without explanation. That place became art. At first, it wasn’t about healing. It was just small...]]></description><link>https://www.itsavibe115.com/post/becoming-the-artist</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69e3c2320c8d230c9e9046bf</guid><category><![CDATA[The Shadow]]></category><pubDate>Sat, 18 Apr 2026 17:41:47 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/7ccd87_8baa91378b7d4941b1e0a79f7dd002c5~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Anne</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>