Life, hope, lifestyle and everything beautiful
Rarely will you find me feeling sorry for myself. I used to, and that only made me hurt myself in some stupid way. Either by turning to alcohol or finding a million other ways to punish me. “That will show them!” I must have thought. Yep… That did show someone, it showed “me” how screwed […]
Read More…I will no longer be afraid and will trust the process. Because, so far, everything I have needed has come to me at the right time, the good and the bad. Because I have family and friends rooting for me and I have finally learnt to ask for help and help has come.
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I have come to the conclusion that there seems to be an age of loss. Nobody seems to bring this up, because really, it would be a real bummer to know before hand. Maybe it’s not a universal truth because each one of us has a different “age of loss.” Mine is now and I know […]
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Moving is hard. Especially when ending a 14-year relationship. It’s a confusing time, a time to desperately move on and pack essentials. Letting go of items that keep you stuck in the past.
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We all had at some time either a safety blanket when we were children or some sort of stuffed animal that made us feel safe. Mine was pink, and my grandmother still has some shreds stowed away. I loved that pink blanket. I felt safe but as I grew up I had to let it go. We […]
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My father, years ago gave me a book entitled “Solas.” Maybe he knew all along that I don’t belong to the married, to the couple, but to the bunch of people who live happily ever after in the company of friends and family. I agree.
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Every morning I plug into my classical music, go to the garden and ask life to be good to me and in turn I’ll try my best to follow through alike. I have also had come to thank every dawn for allowing me an extra day on this earth. Because I don’t take any day for […]
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The worst feelings in the world are feeling unloved or lonely. Even if it’s mutual, when someone actually says to you “I can’t live with someone I no longer love,” it hits you like a rock in the stomach.
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I am no longer a fighter, meaning that I dislike arguing over anything with people. No matter the circumstance, I rather walk away or let it be and be at peace. I’m very in tune with “not changing people.” But there are instances when, maybe, I’ve heard, it’s normal to disagree and get into minor arguments.
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It’s time, high time, but I’m scared. I’m scared but ready to take the leap into unmarried life. I’m sad but happy we are both ready to step into our new lives soon.
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