Broken hearts. It's such a cliche'. No topic has received more attention in the history of the world. More books, sonnets, songs, movies, plays etc etc etc ad nauseam have been written about broken hearts than any other topic. Country music exists because of broken hearts. Taylor Swift's career exists because of her broken heart (more power to ya, sister). NOTHING HURTS MORE THAN A BROKEN HEART. I have avoided continuing to write about "the flight of the bumblebee" mainly because.... it hurts. Also because..... it hurts. And I don't want to give it attention and I don't want to dwell and I sure as hell don't want to re-live it. But mostly because, it hurts. I was saying this very thing to my friend Jessica a few weeks and without hesitation she responded so brilliantly I had to turn it into a screensaver.... ... her next sentence was, "because I'm sure it hurts like hell." Here is one thing I do know. Healing is not at
I keep thinking about the Hamilton lyric.... "I wrote my way out...." "Running on empty, there was nothing left in me but doubt, I picked up a pen, and I wrote my way out." It's my turn. I must write my way out. You see, I REFUSE to succumb to depression. Not this time. Nope. I'm making a choice and that choice will be to RISE UP. (Also from Hamilton , just sayin') For those of you who missed it, I'll give you a recap. I met the man of my dreams. I met the man who made every dream I ever had come true and then showed me dreams I never even knew I had. I found a man who loved me unconditionally and stood by my side during one of the most dark and difficult times of my life. He showed me what he was made of, and what he was made of was staying power. I found a man who loved my boys and they loved him in return. I found the man who put a smile on my face that I never even knew I had. You know that Bible verse (which has been take
I figure since I haven’t written in quite literally months, I should make an entire post about a song. Because it makes sense that since no one has heard from me while I’ve been in the hole, people would want to hear about a song. One song. First of all, let me start by telling you about a bracelet. Those of you who know me know that I have a ummm, minor bracelet obsession. At any given time you might find me wearing 20+ bracelets at a time. What can I say? I like a bracelet party. A few years ago, my lifelong bestie got me a bracelet with the word, dare . I thought it was really cool and somewhat almost edgy, the word dare. But I didn’t think it actually applied to me. I couldn’t really understand why she got it for me. Well the reason is obvious NOW, our best friends, our people know us better than we know ourselves sometimes. And sometimes, they can SEE us for ourselves when we can’t. So I wore the dare bracelet and always felt a tinge of empowerment when I di
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