Sunday, December 6, 2009

LOVE A CHOICE?

I don't think love is a choice...... I love brocolli...I hate mayo.... I can't choose to love mayo and just love it... It comes from my taste. In the same way we either love or detest being around other people. For example, have you ever met someone and they instantly remind you of someone from your youth that you either loved or hated. And instantly you either love or hate them based on how you felt about the person they reminded you of. If someone were to love me... I would want it to be that every inch of them can't help BUT to love me.... can't help but to want to wake up beside me everyday.....Yes I am singing to myself Elvis's "CAN'T HELP FALLING IN LOVE" to myself! I can choose my actions to show love towards another but how my heart feels....well that is another thing!

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The overlooked punctuation

When reading something really fast to see what someone has to say sometimes we can overlook something ( a letter, a punctuation, or ect). This can change the whole perspective of the reader as to what the attitude and intentions that the writer is hoping to present. AND then a whole other can of worms can be opened. YIKES!! I missed ONE question mark and took something as a statement instead of a question and now feel like a silly girl!!! :p

Sunday, November 29, 2009

Surviving

I think when I am finally thru this I may just have to write something for others trying to get out of what seems like a icky tangling spider web of a nightmare! Decisions I made when I was wayyyy too young to make them, have come back to bite me in the booty. I cherish the great kids I was able to have because of my marriage. I also have grown from the bad experiences I have went thru. I discovered how I deserve to be treated by others. I will never again allow myself to be a doormat. How can saying yes 15.5 years ago translate into such difficulty to say no and no more now? I can at least say even though it seems the "system" is holding me back at least I am not where I was 6 months ago. Even if, at times, it seems like baby steps I am getting there........... and I am surviving! ;)