How Not Having Friends Has Made My Life Better
It’s been a few years since I got away from my friends. It’s not that I’ve gotten rid of them, it’s just that sometimes people’s priorities shift in opposite directions.
The Lost Ideal of Paying It Forward
It can be the smallest spark of kindness from one furnace that can lead to an inferno for another. Something so insignificant for someone can change the outlook of another. It is something that is always said but not always acted upon. So simple in speech yet so hard to put into practice.
A Story of Impact
A Story of Impact Despite everything I wanted to share a VERY special moment I had during 2020 - May 24 to be exact. Let’s rewind back to 2005 (yes, 2005) when I was just 8 years old. I was one of the most shy kids you would have ever met - shaking when ordering at a restaurant, making sure to finish my lunch at school quickly so that I could go back into the classroom with the teacher and not encounter other kids who could potentially be mean or make fun of me, only becoming my complete silly self around my one best friend and my close family.
A Healthy Life
There once was a girl who was sad and blue. For her body was all wrong it’s true. Since she was a he, in the body of a she. For years, the she who was actually a he, battled the pain within. She tried to hide him. She tried to ignore him. Then one day, as she was talking with her parents, he exploded. He was done hiding, and he was done being ignored. He was ready to show the world what he stood for.
Everyone Needs a Room to Rest
We all have a unique room where we can rest from the world. We turn off, unplug, disengage for a minute, and come back as a better version of ourselves.
Your Elf Role on Christmas Day (based on Enneagram)
Christmas is only THREE days away! To celebrate, I've published yet another Christmas-themed, Enneagram article. Besides, we could all use a little extra holiday cheer to ring out 2020. If you want to binge-read all the other articles I've written before the holiday season is over, check them out here.
The 7 Types of Gift-Givers
Have you ever receieved a gift with strings attached? Or maybe someone gave you a DIY gift, consisting of actual string and glue? Even though it's "made from the heart," it's falling apart. We all give gifts in different ways and have different giving personalities. I have encountered these seven different types of givers. Let me know which one you are or have come across! (Listed below are the humorous and negative ones. I did not include the thoughtful and loving gift-givers which of course, do exist).
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Here’s Why I’m Actually Glad that My Honeymoon Phase Is Over
My boyfriend and I have been together for a while now, and have definitely left the honeymooning period. When he doesn’t put the seat down, I no longer find his forgetfulness endearing, and when I make us 30 minutes late *again* because I took too long getting ready, he no longer thinks it cute that I care so much about my winged liner being perfect.
Dating: Do's & Don'ts
Dating is complicated. So we simplified it for you. What to do and what not to do - the Dating edition.
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Second Chance at Love
From breaking up after 3 years to divorcing after 50; we're here to tell you that you can love again.
Falling In Love
Love is so fascinating, isn't it? One person begins to know another, and in a sweet and swirling harmony their conscious, their unconscious, their hormones, their brain, their heart, their body, their soul just falls entirely for them.
The Fantastical Story of How Music Saved a Soul
Music makes the world go round , its a popular saying often chimed when a favorite song comes on. Many people relate to music, for fun and good times, but I have seen first hand how it saved someones life.
The Gift that Keeps on Giving
If you told me five years ago that I would one day lead two ukulele groups, I would not have believed you. I had only started playing the ukulele around December 2015. It started when I was visiting family and my sister let me play her guitar. I had not played since college, and the strings really hurt my hand. I thought to myself, “I need to find a nylon stringed guitar.” I eventually landed on a concert ukulele and purchased a blemished one I found on the internet at a discounted price. I taught myself and took to the instrument rather quickly. So thankful for the opportunity and gift of music, I had to pass it on and the groups were born. While there are many other facets of this journey, which were born out of a lean period of waiting between jobs and walking alongside my mother through what would be her two cancer battles, this one thing stands out: music touches the human spirit and brings people together for a greater purpose. This little musical instrument has been a good thing, which God used exponentially to encourage many people, especially me, through difficult times.
Trust: the 99% theory
When given reason to, we doubt. Does that make us suspicious? Are we innately sceptical and unable to trust others? Or is that just the way we’re wired?
What I Learned From My First Committed Relationship
I have been dating my current boyfriend for about 2 years now. He gets the privilege to be my first real relationship. Lucky him! For the record he doesn’t have that much experience over me, only having one real relationship before me. I have had my flirtations and dates but, nothing was ever serious. I never envisioned building a future with those boys.
Have you ever wandered through life not knowing your purpose or where you fit in? Have you ever felt like you could fall off the face of earth and no one would notice you were gone? Each day when I wake up I feel as if a part of me is missing, empty and hollow. I feel as if I were put on this earth to prove to someone or something that not everything has a meaning, has a purpose. I walk through life, slowly, dragging a weight on my shoulders. My life feels like a burden that was placed on my family and friends. Each night I go to bed hoping I won't wake up in the morning. Hoping that this torture will end soon, but each morning comes and I awake. Each night while I sleep, I dream of a cloaked stranger coming to take me away. By the end of the dream he walks away from me. A bright white grin shines from under it's dark hooded face, I scream and I yell for him to come back but he disappears. I wake up to another day, another draining and pitiful day.
A small act of pancakes
It was getting dark outside. I was lying on my bed, tears falling down my cheeks in sync with the rain outside. I had survived one of the biggest panic attacks I had since moving to this hostel, and was now fatigued to the core. I was surprised how well I had handled my 10 day quarantine in my room and how unbelievable was the situation now. On my last day of isolation, I received painful news from my mom. She didn't have a mother anymore. It was to be expected, I mean, my grandma had been deteriorating for years now, but nothing can prepare you when it finally happens.
The Dance Under The Stars
I just got done with work when I received a text. I looked down at my phone and it was from Ryan. He was asking if I was doing anything tonight. I told him no and if he wanted to he can come over for a drink. I packed up my things and left to go home. I was doing my hair when the doorbell rang, Noni was barking like a maniac. I opened the door and Ryan was standing in the doorway. I let him in and poured him a drink. We sat at the table drinking White Russians and talking. He asked if I wanted to go for a drive. We only had half a drink so I felt comfortable with him driving, I said yes. I told him I would need a minute to get ready. I walked down the hall to my bedroom. I picked up the black tube of lipstick off the vanity and applied it to my lips. Noni jumped up on the bed. She knew I was getting ready to leave. I walked over to the bed and gave her a kiss on the head. I grabbed my purse and walked out of the room. Ryan was waiting at the front door for me, he opened the door and led me to his bright red Jeep. He opened the car door and asked me where I wanted to go. I was not sure as to how to respond. He started the car and pulled out of the driveway.
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