With Gratitude

Hello lovely,

As we approach this holiday season and the year end, I want to take a moment and thank each and every one of you who takes the time to read my work. It was just a mere eight months ago that I began sharing my writing and the outpour of support, kind words and positive feedback has been overwhelming. The more I share my thoughts and various outlooks on life, the more I have been faced with the question: Why do you write? What motivates you? What inspires you? These are questions I have worked on perfecting over time but I have narrowed it down to this simple answer:

I write because I want people to know that they are not alone.

I began writing because in my darkest and deepest struggles, I found comfort in the words of people that I didn’t know. It was quotes, song lyrics and literature that got me through. There is something powerful about reading words and feeling as if in this great big world, someone else understands your pain. There is something unique about making our pain and sorrows into something beautiful.

2015 has been especially trying for me. I was tested in many different ways. My year started on a sad note. Just a mere six weeks later I found myself heartbroken. My heart was bruised, beaten and lost for so many reasons. I found strength as I do in many of my hard times. Then I was faced with losing someone I love very dearly to death. My spirit faded, my heart became fragile. Since then, I have been through phases of pure happiness, love and joy. I have also experienced grief, anger, and darkness.

Thank you to the people who lent me a shoulder to cry on, and to the ones who made me laugh so hard that my stomach ached the next day. Thank you to the people who challenged me. Thank you to those who forced me to learn hard lessons. Thank you to the friends who left me and the new people that came into my life and stayed. Thank you to the man who taught me what love was, and what it wasn’t. I have learned valuable lessons through the relationships with all of you.

I want to be known as a woman with a big heart, a strong mind and a beautiful soul. We are all responsible for taking opportunities given to us, but also planting the seed that will develop roots for our lives. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could all grow together? In sync with the lives of the ones we love? But since that isn’t the way it always works, it is nice to know that we are surrounded by people who support our growth as we support theirs.

As the year ends, I encourage all of you to reflect on this past year. To my family, friends, acquaintances and strangers – you are all wonderful, unique and full of love. I am thankful for everyone – the good and the bad; for they have contributed in shaping me into the woman I am today. I hope I am a contributing part of your growth too.

Wishing you all a happy, blessed and thankful holiday season.

All my love.

The Golden Rule

The Golden Rule – “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.” Simply put, treat others as you would like to be treated. This is one of the oldest lessons in the book. A very matter-of-fact moral principle relating to a fundamental human nature that was taught to us in our early stages of life. But for some reason, our world is filled with individuals and groups that just do not seem to understand how matter of fact The Golden Rule truly is. Many times in my life I have been the victim of venomous words and actions. I too, have also been a perpetrator. We are in an era that makes forgetting The Golden Rule very easy. People hide behind computer screens and cell phones to verbally harass and abuse others. People are belittling one another through vicious words and name-calling. It’s hateful and it’s sick. They can be so tragically and traumatically cruel to strangers, friends and loved ones. I see too many people encouraging disparaging remarks and actions. I witness too many good people treating others with apparent disdain for them. We are all worthy of seeking respect and others are worthy of receiving it.

Words and actions are powerful. They can be so influential to the point that they change peoples’ lives – for the better and for the worse. I have seen both. I have experienced both. As a product of other peoples’ insecurities, I have been torn apart mentally through both words and actions. As an outcome? Well, I became who I am today. A woman I am proud to be. Not perfect, not near it but I am working to be the best version of myself that I can be and then I am going to strive to be even better than that. We as a generation need to spend more time building one another up, supporting each other on our paths to success and teaching our younger generations love and kindness rather than hate and cruelty.

I am not naive. I am not blind to the reasons why people are mean. But I do not want to live my life putting other people down. I do not like everyone. Matter of fact, my circle is small. But I will not lower myself to the levels of others who treat people with disrespect. This world can be hard and life is messy. Everyone truly is fighting their own battles. The way we can make a difference in this world is to help make others’ lives just a little bit easier, lighter, and happier. And if you cannot do that, keep your disrespect and blatant disregard for good to yourself. Indulge in kind words, big hearts and the potential of goodness that we have within ourselves. Inspire yourself to inspire others. It is an act so simple yet so immense. Mother Teresa said, “I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.”

Almost.

I think in life there are just some things that we are never going to make sense of. There are questions that will never have answers; opportunities that will lie dormant and passed by. Endless scenarios will manifest in our minds, but that’s what they will be – mere scenarios. Because at the end of the day our reality is just what it is, or almost was. We got a taste of something good, we skimmed the surface, we almost figured it out, but not quite.

“Almost” – it’s one of the saddest words in the English language. Something or someone being close enough but not quite all there. Something with infinite possibility but it fell short.

“Almost” – it’s such a peculiar word. Very nearly but not quite. It is a word shadowed with a feeling of hopelessness and a bit of emptiness. Very often it is something or someone close to our hearts. An opportunity missed.

I guess the almost moments in our lives happen because not everything is meant to work out the way we’d hoped. Maybe, just maybe, our almosts lead us to be better. We have to learn hard lessons and use them to succeed the next time around.

Our almost moments are great times for reflection. It is in times like this to get in touch with our souls. Our souls need to be cared for because without a healthy soul we cannot love or live to our fullest potentials. In your almost moments, take the time to rid the burdens that are disturbing your soul. Those burdens are the reasons why something wonderful remains an “almost something wonderful.” Do not be the reason that you are not genuinely happy. Stop allowing fear to turn your absolutes into almosts.

I love my almost moments. In such beautiful chaos, I can step back and see the purpose in all of it. Our almost moments become a part of us. They are our stories to tell. They are our defining moments. That alone, makes our almost moments some of the most special.

“He was almost in love. She was almost good for him. He almost stopped her. She almost waited. They almost made it.”

Seek Your(selfish)

Many times in my life I have neglected my own happiness in fear that I would be hurting the feelings of someone I care about. I’ve done it with friends, family, and lovers. Not to fault of their own. My heart is big, my soul genuine. I love, and I love unconditionally. But there is truth in the saying, “It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so very deeply.” I am not great at being selfish. Most of the time that I have decided to put myself before others it resulted in me feeling torn down or regretful. However, being selfish is something that every individual should practice. It is healthy for our minds and souls to be aware and active in putting ourselves first. There is a thin line between being selfish for the good and just straight out being a selfish person. One lies within conscious decision making and positive outcomes. The other can be destructive to both oneself and your relationships due to the misguided interpretation of what being selfish means. This is not black and white. This is a balancing act. Put yourself first in situations or decisions that better your quality of life. By bettering your own life, you can then contribute to the lives of the ones around you. Build yourself up so you can build up others. Choose carefully who you put before your own happiness. Just because you do it for them does not mean that the gesture will be returned. There are no guarantees in this life but one thing I know for certain is that if you follow your intuition when it comes to making connections to souls aligned with yours, you will not be left disappointed. You will find that encouragement, inspiration and happiness come easy with these people because they understand the cycle. These are the ones that will contribute to the quality of your life.

Be whole alone. Make an investment in yourself. Then share your greatness with the world.

Dark Realities

An emotionally dark place is accompanied by pain, fear, and even stages of numbness. It is a cold and lonely road. In my darkest times I have always turned to my writing. But for the first time, no amount of my words felt as if they would be powerful enough to shed light on overwhelming circumstances. I had complete writers block. Until yesterday, when it was someone else’s words that resonated with me. My friend said to me, “sometimes it’s good to release the sad, we can’t be truly happy if we don’t let ourselves express our sorrows,” he continued, “your words will come to you.” He reminded me why it was words that I always turned to. My writing brings me peace. “I write to hold on. I write to let go. I write because I am a firm believer that we do not have to go through things alone – the good and the bad.” Thank you, Isiah, for reminding me of that.

misfortune: (n) an unfortunate condition or event
sorrow: (n) a feeling of deep distress caused by loss, disappointment, or other misfortune suffered by oneself or others.

We all have our own problems or experiences that cause pain. Through my years I have learned that no experience or problem can be compared or classified as big or small. Our sadness derives from the fact that the situation at hand is close to our hearts and who or what it is matters to us, to our souls. Everyone is different. We all carry the weight of our sorrows in our own ways. Personally, I choose to suffer in silence. As a woman who is very used to being the strong and independent one, it is hard to be completely vulnerable to others. But I am trying to learn that being vulnerable isn’t a sign of weakness, it’s merely human. So, tonight, I write with a heavy heart and a bit of vulnerability.

We make sacrifices for the people we love. We give away a little bit of our hearts and ourselves to everyone that we truly love, all the while having faith that the space we clear will be filled in return. Unfortunately, that is not always the case. Sometimes we are making space for others and when it is not filled we are left with a feeling of emptiness. It is an emptiness that can consume a part of your heart, leaving a void that cannot be filled. There are no promises in love. There is no written contract that states that if you generously give your time, energy and love to other people that they too must return it. It is not how life works. I’ve learned that the hard way – more than once; and I am sure that I will experience it many more times throughout my life. Sometimes our love is not enough to make people stay.

Maybe this is true. That there are some of us who give love and some of us who take love; and that those who give can’t help giving just as those who take can’t help taking; and maybe this is what holds the world in balance. [Chris Abani]

When I Falter, You Raise Me Up

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Thursday, May 7, 2015, 7:22PM

It is an absolutely beautiful evening here. I went for a walk around the park and then sat and did my studying. I just looked up and it feels as if Grammy and Bumpa are shinning down on me. They are sending me strength and hope. I can just feel it. I’m passing on that strength and hope to you. We have all come such a long way in Uncle Gords battle with cancer and he would not have been able to fair without you by his side. You are an inspiration. I hope you realize that your generosity, love, support and kindness is a blessing to all of us in your life. There are not enough words to describe how incredible of a mother, wife, sister and friend you are. Don’t lose hope or faith. Time is only a concept. I love you, ttmab.

Expression

I strive to be a woman of eloquence. A woman full of soul and of meaning. Through my writing, I achieve a sense of such eloquence. I write to hold on. I write to let go. I write because I am a firm believer that we do not have to go through things alone – the good and the bad. We have the ability to connect with each other by sharing and expressing how we feel about our experiences. It is liberating to be able to convey emotions through the arts. Writing, singing, dancing, drawing, painting & photographing. All of these talents allow us to expose ourselves with ease. My ability to express myself through words helps make sense of my views on this world. I do not write to speak. I write to inspire. I write with the desire to brighten the day of someone reading my post. I want the words that people read to be simple yet powerful. I want people to feel something when they read what I compose.

Our lives are like a puzzle, and everyday we are adding new pieces to complete what our life will be made up of. That moves me. I find comfort in the fact that we have passion and purpose.

Edward Lewis said,

“We define ourselves by the best that is in us, not the worst that has been done to us.”

This blog, my posts & these words that you read are me. My writing is how I define myself. I am sharing with all of you, what I feel is the best in me.

Ordinary Happiness.

I believe that the most delightful moments are the small, nameless ones.

Sharing a warm smile
When someone you love wraps their arms around you from behind
Admiring a sunset or sunrise
Hearing a laugh
Locking eyes with someone
Basking in the warm sun

The list goes on and on…

These are truly the moments our lives should be about. The moments that make us feel something. The small ones that make up our everyday lives, but are often overlooked. These moments hold such significance – at least to me. I have always been an admirer of “the little things.” Call me an old soul, but I find beauty and happiness in the most ordinary, simple times that life has to offer. Have you ever hugged someone, and they squeezed you just a little bit tighter or held you for just a moment longer? Have you found yourself smiling simply because someone or something came to mind? Do you feel at peace when you look at something breathtakingly beautiful – a sunset, a mountain, a smiling child, someone you love, a stranger?

In the chaos of our everyday lives, it is important to remember these moments. To appreciate how the ordinary can be extraordinary. I share these thoughts with you all today because I have recently taken some time to appreciate these moments. More often than not, we do not take the time to appreciate what makes us happy until a tragedy, a loss or a pain has struck – leaving us in a wake of longing to take moments of happiness back. When we lose someone – the first thing we do is ponder those small, nameless moments we shared with them. We pull out pictures and old writings. Those ordinary times are suddenly cherished; treasures of memory that we hold close to us for comfort.

I encourage you to be aware of the nameless moments that fill your everyday lives. Adore them. I trust that we can all value the significance of our nameless, happy moments. I can only wish that you are benefiting from these moments before they are gone. But just remember, the small nameless moments make up our everyday lives. So if one moment is gone, another one will come.

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