Its the last hour of a day that didn’t have to happen.
I spent this day, driving to the edge, looping around and taking the long way back
mainly because I was afraid to stop driving.
I sense a theme.
When I did stop I learned about real love, boundaries and me.
I have a lot to learn.
Part Two begins tomorrow.
This is gonna take a while.
Still wish today didn’t happen. </3
back to work today - hittin the road tomorrow
its all just too much </3
so here it is:
i’m scared of the way you make me feel. i’m indecisive of what exactly i want because i’ve already given my heart away once and it was crushed. i’m fragile. i’m easily broken. honest, i spread myself too thin and what i have left isn’t exactly much. not because that other person…
…I wrote a book for Princesses and some of the feedback was out of concern for the princes out there. I get it. They are integral to every part of the princesses story to a degree.
I will maintain that we ladies have to be strong and resolute in our beliefs and needs, we must lead and love by example and that The Common Good must be attended to. I thought all of this would inspire worthy men to lives of independent journey toward true love with women who could walk in step with them and they would continue together on an exploration of the life their maker intended for them both.
I still have hope that it will.
The kingdom of romance has taken a serious beating of late. Celebritarts of both sexes seem to be working overtime to make a mockery of everything I hold dear to heart. From prospective parenting to marriage itself, things that are sacred have been held up as scam and fodder for nothing better than reality television. Because I want nothing more than to believe, I have tried to find the love in these faux fables; news shows, entertainment outlets and supermarket rags do nothing but extend the path from rabbit hole to hell, blame falling all over each side and the path covered with emotional shrapnel, blocking the way.
All that being said…
The responsibility for a life well lived relies on both parties. No one does it alone. All that comes with the strength of In Love requires us to see and work for the good in each other. I won’t believe there are some who awake, with every intent to injure. I can barely exist believing everyone is doing their best to help the world turn smoothly. That I translate it all into a Fisher King belief system of Princesses and Knights who fight evil merely for the sake of the Greater Good and each other is less fool’s theory than survivalist’s code. While it doesn’t always keep me safe, it keeps me believing.
I’ve lost magic along with trust. I’ll spend this year replenishing my storeholds. Finding beauty through my eyes, in my way. It’s about re-routing and I’m trusting Him to guide the way. He’s been on the shoulder through this journey and I have no reason to believe He’ll forsake me now. I got stuck at the crossroads, but I have no intention of missing the King for a Prince.
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Not because she needs him to but because he wants to…
…that makes this one of the most beautiful proposals ever.
…and one more!
LET’S DO THIS!!
It has been so much fun. : D
Not just the Zen moments of placing sparkle just where I want it, but the conversations I’ve had with the lovely people I’ve met because I took time to make my phone case prettier.
I’ve decided to expand.
If you’d like a phone case custom made for you and your personality, so you too can have Sparkling Conversations, let me know. They can be made of acrylic stones or crystals that literally light up a room! They cost varies and I’m happy doing either one.
Lets have a Sparkling Conversation soon.
I didn’t really go out for Halloween as a child.
The first time I actually walked out of my house and went Trick or Treating, I dressed as Pebbles Flintstone in a colorful, johnny like tunic and a hard plastic mask. I was thrilled. I was 9. Until that year, it is believed that I scared myself into sickness each October 31, getting so worked up that I would vomit or be too out-of-sorts to play in the dark.
I’m telling you this because it will explain much. I REALLY like Halloween now. The opportunity to frolic in someone else’s persona is a thrill. As a youth leader, I relished the challenge of finding a fun and entertaining costume that would hold up examples of integrity, creativity, wonder and strength. As a woman, I wanted to expose pieces of me that would surprise and share that initial thrill.
Some years ago I started organizing a kid’s Trick or Treat event during the day and then going to New York City’s Village Halloween party in the evening as part of my celebration. It gave me a shot at doing “grown-up” (read: less integrity and more sex appeal), Halloween and felt like adventure. From meeting Gaston at the train station to people asking if they could have their picture taken with me as Betty Boop, the event didn’t disappoint. I’m aware of things like risk and jacked up cover charges, but at the end of the day, New York city turns into a small town when it comes to celebrating. People are nicer and more welcoming, city streets turn into big sidewalks. The whole town is a party and the world is invited.
Like any other holiday, Halloween is about believing. As I walked along 14th Street the other night, a woman approached and asked if I was Cyndi Lauper. I responded with, “That’s right!”, she then told me she loved me and introduced me to her daughter. I wished her a Happy Halloween and as they walked away the confusion dawned on me. It was too late to deny it, and I think we both knew it, but for a moment we believed in the greatness of it all. Everyone believed they could be anyone else within reason. As a result, we were all involuntarily a bit more honest with each other. Add the theory that an adult beverage will just make you more of yourself and its probably more honest that any of us would attempt on a regular Monday night. It’s a different kind of magic indeed.
Due to truly scary and unseasonable weather consequences, Trick or Treating has been rescheduled for November 4th in my town. My bins of Halloween garb are laying about like Christmas trimmings in January. I’m in no rush to put them away. Can I conjure another spirit from within me? What if I could take one of those examples of strength and wonder and let it live through me the rest of the year? Maybe there’s more of me to expose and thrill….who knows…?
I’m afraid it takes more than a costume to bring out what really lives inside me, but I’ve got a seed of belief.
And that’s what the upcoming season is all about.
I’m not scared anymore.
I’ve started an ADDITIONAL blog!!!
WyldBeauty will be a work blog me, hopefully a beauty blog for YOU!
I’m currently working as a CLARINS Skin Care Specialist at Lord & Taylor in Woodbridge Center Mall. The beauty business has changed a lot in 20 years and building relationships with your clientele is more important than ever.
To that end I started WyldBeauty. A beauty blog for my Clarins customers and other nice people who might be interested in what I’m up to. There are general beauty tips, very specific product recommendations and even a Q & A section!!
So you’re invited to follow along. I hope you do.
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