Bridgit Muratore
Bio
I write from my heart the stories of my life and how I have learned to break free from the chains that kept me small. I will share my darkest moments and greatest joys as I've learned to navigate a life that I love living.
Stories (3/0)
Judgement is Allowed
In my early twenties I moved to Las Vegas. I wanted to work in convention and hotel sales and was young, eager and talented. There were thousands of options in Vegas so I knew finding a job wouldn’t be difficult. I applied at several properties but had already fallen in love with an upscale boutique hotel. My first experience with the hotel had been several months prior when the man I was dating took me for drinks and dinner. We pulled into the hotel valet and were immediately surrounded by men in suits, polished shoes and whistles. One opened my door greeting me gently while another opened my partner’s welcoming us to their property. I was whisked from the vehicle to large solid wooden doors that stood nearly 12 feet tall. A doorman nodded with a polite “Good evening” while opening the giant doors and my gaze fell into a lobby of exquisite luxury. The archways, molding, tile, furniture and view were magnificently dripping with beautiful floral arrangements. It was a space of absolute beauty; not an item out of place. I felt like a queen and made my way through the space soaking in its opulence. When it came time to move and begin my job search I longed to work amongst the beauty I had experienced that evening.
By Bridgit Muratore14 days ago in Motivation
When I Lose Control
I sat on the edge of my bed pouring words into a tattered journal. Words I couldn’t bear to speak out-loud, as they were overflowing from my heart. Words I wanted God to hear as I pleaded with Him and prayed for the man I had held while he said goodbye. How could You take him, God? Blue ink ran as the scribbled words were struck with teardrops. A trail of snot slowly escaped a nostril towards an upper lip as it quivered, but I was writing too frantically to be bothered with wiping it away. As my heart stopped screaming, the words slowed down, and I succumbed to the tears. Crying into the open journal, I lost myself in grief. Slowly the sobbing was done and I closed the journal. Looking down for the first time, I noticed the Poem on the cover just beneath my hand. It was the Footprints poem that talked about a man walking with God at the end of his life. He noticed each time he was facing difficulty God appeared to leave his side and yet God retorted "During your times of trial and suffering, it was then that I carried you."
By Bridgit Muratore17 days ago in Motivation
Stuck Along the Cliffs
One of my favorite places to run when I lived in San Diego took me from my apartment along cliffs facing the ocean, which led to an uphill, windy climb, where cars couldn’t go more than 15-20mph. There was a point in my run that my legs took on a life of their own. With each stride the day washed away from me, the sun warmed my face, my arms, my legs; the sound of the ocean matched every breath I took and I felt like I could run forever. This climb was the toughest portion of my route, however I knew if I could make it to the top of the hill the remainder would be easier. At the top the path would turn away from the cliffs into a neighborhood and slowly descend toward the bay. The bay was always quiet, serene and rarely had many people around it. This quietness allowed me to float through this portion of the run with the wings of a bird and not a single obstacle to be seen. The end of the pier was my stopping point and I would gaze into the abyss of the horizon across the ocean, taking it all in as I stretched. Waves lapped into the wood of the pillars holding the pier in place and I’d think of all the things alive and maneuvering within that huge body of water. I could stare into the vastness for hours feeling God’s amazing expansiveness. When I came back to myself, I would turn and walk the short distance to my apartment and the next day do it all over again.
By Bridgit Muratore18 days ago in Motivation
