Perhaps you haven’t heard the story of the old man and the starfish, or, maybe you have but it’s been a while. Either way, I share it here now as a gentle reminder that sometimes one simple act can make all the difference.
When you are struggling with regards to your love life… in any capacity, a fight with your spouse, toxic cycles repeating, a recent breakup, the loneliness of being single, it can impact every single area of your life.
Sometimes, I feel a bit overwhelmed with my desire to share my knowledge of love with the world. How will I reach and help so many people? Really teach about love so that it may transform their relationships with love and truly make a difference? There are so many people suffering, it seems like a daunting task. Then... I remember the starfish, and I keep...
He's gone and you are at a loss. Here are some steps to heal your heart while time and space will help determine whether you want him back, or to let him go.
1. Give it time.
2. Be calm.
3. Be patient.
4. Trust - If you are the one, if the two of you are really meant to be, he will step in by stepping up, instead of stepping out. Period. He will do this on his own, without your prompting, pushing, pursuing or persuading.
5. If he does not step up - Let. Him. Go. You deserve to be with a man that really wants you, respects you, cares about you, cherishes you and protects you, both emotionally and physically. If he does not go the extra mile to protect your heart, then he doesn't deserve it.
6. Know it will hurt - It feels awful, unbelievable actually that the same man who waxed poetic, professed undying love and called you his forever has now gone cold. I could give a list of reasons why he may have...
My very first published article in elephant journal! I can't believe the outpouring of love and support from readers. I wanted to link it here to share it with you. Thank you, thank you for taking the time to read my work. It means the world to me!
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I honestly have no idea where to begin. Or how this will end. But I have the undeniable need to put words on paper. I do this with the hope that life will slowly untangle itself on the page.
With great love comes great risk. How many times can I take the leap of faith required to really trust another with my heart. My love is correct. I gave my heart to him with a very sincere hope that he would recognize it as a gift. Precious fragile and carefully mended together after much heartbreak.
To offer a previously broken heart takes tremendous courage.
Once your heart has shattered the idea of placing it into someone's hands is terrifying. Despite that, giving my heart to him was surprisingly easy. In fact, it felt like coming home, a recognition of sorts. He says I am different now. How could I not be? I don't intentionally try to be different, but somehow I am.
Imagine a vase dropped to the floor. It breaks into a few pieces so you carefully glue those pieces back together again,...
February. The one month a year that we all collectively turn our attention to love, whether we want to or not.
For some, cupid has been kind and we savor every delicious moment, the flowers, candy, gifts and valentines. For others, it is a time of sadness, memories of a lost love, loneliness, heartbreak or just a reminder that we are not a part of a couple.
If you fall into the latter category, I write this for you. Because really, the only ones enjoying this holiday month are the ones celebrating love. So, what if we could ALL celebrate love… All the Time?
I know, it sounds too good to be true. Easier said than done, right? Wrong. It begins with an honest look, and a deep understanding of what love really is. So, take heart friend (pun intended) things are about to get a whole lot better. I’m about to teach you about love, real love, not the manufactured, one month a year let’s shine a light on it...
Recently I came across an article describing Empaths also known as, Highly Sensitive people. Having never heard of the term before I read on because the title of the article was about relationships, toxic ones to be exact. Having had more than my fair share of those I decided to keep reading and what I found opened the door to an entirely new way of thinking, and accepting for me.
Without explanation I have ALWAYS been able to read people's moods, and energy. People pleasing was not something I was aware of but certainly something that I've done since I was very young. I have been referred to as a people person, with the ability to meet someone and have them open up and tell me their deepest desires and secrets within minutes. I was of the belief that this is a good thing, and I tend to agree with that. However, when the connection that is so rapidly formed between myself and another causes me (unconsciously of course) to become someone I am not simply for the sake of making that...
I'm not going to lie.
There are times when I am not the most positive person in the house. Just ask my husband.
Just ask my ex-husband.
I think that's the word he used.
And I hate being negative. I work against being negative. I coach against being negative, BUT...
There. It. Was.
So I decided to go with it. To look at it. And to try to understand why I was holding on to it so tightly. Could it be that everything really was going wrong? That my life was falling apart, I didn't feel good and everything really did suck?
Hmmm, that seemed a little extreme, even to me. Even in this mood, fighting a head cold and oh so frustrated with technology, I still realized that everything could not possibly be that bad.
So I looked closer, dug deeper and it became clear, that something was missing. Something BIG. I needed an attitude adjustment, and as a coach, I knew just where and how to get one.
It wasn't my circumstances and the things I perceived to be happening to me...
“You’re not a writer”.
That statement broke my heart, and felt heavy in my chest. Until I recognized ego and fear, whispering in my ear again, like they often do. In this moment, there is a choice. I can choose to listen to the internal critics, or I can choose to be brave. Today, I choose brave. Sometimes, often times, brave does not come without scary, but being brave means we do them anyway.
I write, therefore I am a writer. I may not be the most polished, or eloquent, but I write because I need to. I feel words bubble up and spill over, into the air or onto the page depending on where I am at the moment. I write because when I think, the words just seem to bounce around, inside my head like an echo, and when I put them on paper I can see them more clearly. Hear them more clearly.
It’s true; I’m only beginning to put my words out there. It remains to be seen how they will be received and I am doing a lot of...
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