The Blogging Bae

I had a dream last light. It was glorious and beautiful and it made me smile. My heart woke up this morning feeling every ounce of love that I believe had actually always existed but because of time and space and the choices we make, never truly had a chance to be shown.   I remember being with my family and turning around to see a long, lost friend standing only a few inches behind me. My breath was taken away. Much like it had been initially when my 20 year search finally paid off. Yeah, I know… who spends 20 years looking for someone? Especially after that search comes up empty handed time and time again? Especially when you are at a point where you almost give up and finally come to a resolution that this person will never be found. Especially when the story of us meant everything to me but come to find out really meant nothing to them.  Well, I guess I do. I kept searching until I almost didn’t. For 20 years, I kept this candle lit…in hopes that some universal pull would hel

  It’s easy to get lost. It’s easy to get caught up. It’s easy to take a wrong turn down an unfamiliar street. However, I’m not talking about physically taking a different exit than the one the GPS lady is YELLING about that you happened to miss because your brain was somewhere else or you were lost in the music or you just weren’t paying attention. I’m speaking about mentally getting lost down your own personal path… because it’s easy to get sucked in by external and internal dramatic forces. What isn’t easy though, is recognizing the hostage takeover but what’s even harder still, is doing something about it. We all go through these moments. These rocky points in life. Some of these moments can last a few short hours while others linger on for days, weeks, months and possibly years.   During these times we shudder and shrink and wish things never happened the way they did but we learn and grow and become wiser after the fact. We wish for better results but accept what was handed to

    This weekend I threw in the white towel and accepted it as giant loss. Literally and metaphorically speaking. I was 110% an emotional wreck. Friday started out normally. I woke up, did the things I needed to do then worked into the wee hours to finish a project that needed to be done. During said project, a friend reached out. Knowing I physically didn’t have the time to give her the proper attention any friend deserves, I wrote back telling her I was working and I would call her the next day… at the very latest, sometime during the weekend. Because you know… I can’t very well dismiss my friend’s needs directly after writing and posting a blog spot about etching out time for the people in our lives.   By the time work was completed, I was exhausted and still had not eaten. So I made dinner… which had my husband and I eating much later than we usually do.  I wanted to read my friend’s message but given the tired state and the late night hours, I chose to put it off until the nex

  My husband went out of town last week and I had full intentions that were filled with grandiose plans for the week while he was away but then just like; my plans got derailed. Honestly, I considered this a micro holiday. I didn’t have to work but I didn’t go anywhere either. Technically, it was a stay-cation, which was fine by me. Like I said, not having to work was the most important factor but instead of partaking in some solo adventure, I opted to be as productive as possible on others tasks looming over my head. Yes, I am one of those people that will opt for catching up over venturing out-especially if it’s relatively important for me to stay put. My husband went on a dude’s type trip. He was scaling mountains and riding wild rivers so to be somewhere I can’t be reached incase of an emergency, wasn’t the wisest of choices. To be honest though, I didn’t mind one bit being homeward bound. I wasn’t looking to do anything wild or crazy anyway.   Personally, I just wanted to cross