Dating, married, single, divorced, and more. Advice on the relationships you have in life. Dear, Humans..
**I DO NOT CONDONE THE SALE OR CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES BY UNDERAGE INDIVIDUALS** In an episode of Family Matters I recently watched, Eddie—the son of the family—comes home drunk after being warned the previous day about drinking by his father, Carl. Essentially, Carl threatened Eddie with eviction from the home if he drank again, since Eddie is only 19 and, thus, not of legal drinking age. I disagreed with this approach for a couple of reasons.
Four young girls, in their first year of college, decided to attend a party one night, just before their final exams. They hadn't expected to be out all night, but they were having so much fun they had lost track of time. One of the girls finally realized it was nearing three in the morning, and she ushered the other girls to get their belongings.
For years, psychologists have been doing their best to unpack the mysteries of love and romance, and to understand how relationships work. There have been countless of studies, surveys, and theories all dedicated to enlightening us on the matter, but in spite of their best efforts, it seems that most people are still dealing har to the matters of heart.
I was always told I was a strong, feisty and argumentative little girl. Often, standing beside my more proper, well put together cousins (we were always together) I was fidgety, obstinate and quite clearly not interested in looking the part of a well-behaved girl. Knee socks at my ankles, skirt askew, anything but a proper smile; I didn't want any part of the pretty-girl parade. My facial expressions always gave me away - whether it was an eye roll or a scrunched nose at being asked to stand still or say please and thank you. And let's be honest, I still have a facial expression issue at 39.
Integrity is in short supply. It is my belief that success is obtained, and maintained, through having integrity. How and why?
Boundaries. I cannot begin to express how liberating it has been to set them with anyone and everyone I need to. But, what about setting boundaries for yourself? In my never ending quest for "the happy", I have discovered that keeping my own ass in check is just as important. Reflecting on situations and our evolution of coping with them is vital. "Keeping it real". So, let's talk about it.
Winter. If you’re anything like me that word just made you shudder. Everything is grey, dead, and miserable. Sure the snow looks nice. Until it starts blowing in your face and eyes with its best friend, -30• wind.
I guess I started really (and regularly) writing songs when I was 15. I had dabbled in it previously, but I call 15 the real start point. (There's a particularly cringe-worthy ode that I wrote about my dog when I was 6 years old ... but let's leave that one alone ... or for another time.)
So much of the “I” we know comes from information ingrained into the subconscious during a hypnosis like state during our childhood. Awestruck by pure possibility and curiosity, we are innocently exploring life itself while our trusted environment (usually with good intention) limits the imagination due to such a suggestive state of being. As we grow older, life feels so confusing with these limitations. The true self is boxed up in what both everyone we know and ourselves have come to know as “insert your name here”.
It does not make you a 'Don Juan' or 'an immoral' person. What is wrong is to flirt with two people at the same time and play with their feelings.
When I was younger, first experiencing exes, my general rule of thumb was: I’ll be friends with you if I did the breaking up, but if you did, I’ll never get over it.
Have you ever been out in public by yourself with only the company of your thoughts? It can be extremely discouraging and restrictive when they are the rooted in negative self-talk. We've all been there, maybe we're out shopping and begin to regret our choice of wardrobe.