That was the question I had in mind and for some reason I thought Google might have an answer. As I started to write the question, a thought popped up. The answer to the question in a way. "Are there relationships that can't be saved?" "Relationships change. " came the answer. It was fleeting, and… Continue reading Are there relationships that can’t be saved?
It's a question because I don't know that there's ever just one answer to this. In my mind, accepting my body would mean to be able to like every stretchmark, saggy boobs, the fat around my belly, on my thighs, on my arms, on my calves and my back, the cellulite that will probably never… Continue reading What does accepting your body really mean?
This is a Story that I live in, from time to time. It can happen often, and I can also go long stretches of time without relieving the Story. I call it Story, because I can look at it as if there are characters at play. We have Anxiety, a beautiful being, who is at… Continue reading A story about anxiety
I pour my heart out in writing. I learn what I think as I write. I don't think I know any other way. I am tipsy, with my feelings barely at bay because of the alcohol. I am flawed. I am human. I love and I hurt, I write and I process. I hurt. I… Continue reading feeling whole and hollow
Last night I was reading The Only Story - Julian Barnes, which is a very good book, a lot of food for thought, but it is also a very sad book (in my entirely biased opinion). I haven't finished it yet, I still have a few pages left and I am hoping for a silver… Continue reading Doggedly, stubbornly hopeful
This is what I am learning yet again from Stoner by John Williams. We always have a choice but that doesn’t guarantee happiness or even contentment. Sometimes all the choices you have are ones that mean hardship, pain and struggle. I am reading Stoner by John Williams. It has been some time since I found myself really wanting to… Continue reading You always have a choice
There was a time when I prayed to God every day. I had no one to turn to, no one who could understand. I had an infinite love for Him and an unshakeable trust in his power and good-will. Even when he put the one who would become my best friend in my path, I… Continue reading When I was younger I prayed, now, I just… write
Some people are irreplaceable. And that's ok. It's nature's way of making us a bit more careful in appreciating what we have, when we hold it in our lives. When I first started writing the first sentence, I was engulfed in a sense of loss too painful to find words to describe it. There are… Continue reading Some people are irreplaceable
When I sit down to write, I have an idea to start with, and end up with something different from what I had in mind. Or while I sit down to write the message lying in my heart, there's a new one rising. This is a beautiful way of uncovering my soul. I get to… Continue reading I write my path and I’m always discovering the way it leads
I am here to ask you to sit down and imagine, or maybe remember. There's a little girl inside of you who had this dream about how her life was going to be. There was a plan about how it was going to go, a five year plan for every section of your life. The… Continue reading This is for you my friend