This trip back “home” really threw off me off my game for the Social Media Club South Florida Blog Off. By this point, I would have given up… Reminds me of every time I’ve resolved to eat better and invariably, “messed up.” That ONE french fry ruined my entire diet, so why not just go ahead and eat the entire order, right? *smile* I didn’t have to do that. I could just start again… Just because we didn’t keep the diet exactly right, didn’t work out as long as we planned, or blog every day, doesn’t mean we should stop. It does not matter how slow you go, as long as you do not stop and you keep moving forward.
An interesting question was asked in the T.R.U.E. Love Academy group — What is TRUE LOVE? Many things crossed my mind, like freedom and acceptance. I thought of true love as something you give without expecting to receive. Receiving is a beautiful bonus, no? Then it occurred to me that this must be why I find myself giving so much to the point of self-neglect. Amidst all the questions of what I could be doing wrong or right, one thing is clear to me: I want to love you, for who you are, just as you are. That would be the greatest gift to us all.
There’s a reason I said I’d be happy alone. It wasn’t ’cause I thought I’d be happy alone. It was because I thought that if I
loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it.
It’s easier to be alone because what if you learn that you need love and then you don’t have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it? and then… it falls apart. Can you even survive that kind of pain?
Losing love is like organ damage. It’s like dying. The only difference is… Death ends. This? It could go on forever…
-Meridith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy
“I used to write… I used to write letters; I used to sign my name… ” – Arcade Fire
I remember when writing used to come so easy to me. Funny how things just seem to come full circle. Here I am again, wondering why I can’t write like I used to. This was six years ago. While writing the following uninspired blog post, I didn’t know I would move to Miami later that year. I start to think that perhaps Continue reading
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I’m secretly jealous of people who sleep… The ones that sleep normally, like I wish I could do. They just hit the sack and it’s a wrap. Not me.