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*If you were wondering if I can take my own dating advise, I’m here to say, nope! Sure can’t.
This is what happens when you drunk-dial the love of your life after not talking for months. In which you call him an asshole, while saying you want to live happily-ever-after, with him (this is why people shouldn’t drink, it makes you bipolar). And after he emails you that he just spoke to a customer service rep who sounded exactly like you, which made him miss you and send an email saying so. And after the Universe told you some pretty crazy shit which made him call you for the first time in months….
My wish for you…
May 2012 be filled with magic.
With lessons that make you wiser.
Laughter that makes your belly shake, your eyes water and your cheeks hurt.
Nights that you never want to end.
Days that you wish could be rewound and played in slow motion.
People who are there for you more then the ones who are not.
Unconditional Love from new and old sources.
Belief in YOURSELF.
Iin the possibility of possibility.
Belief in “what if”.
May it bring you experiences you have day-dreamed of… wished-upon-a-star for, and imagined like a child.
May there be many moments you remember to pinch yourself.
May you be grateful for EVERY experience… Learn from the bad ones, and multiply the good.
May 2012 teach you to be kind, forgiving, loving, patient and grateful.
May it show you that life is beautiful and you are a beautiful contribution to us all.
May it teach you to be kind to yourself.
My wish for you in 2012 is that you BELIEVE all the above and more is possible for you in this new year.
Happy New Year from my little family, Kanen, Mira and Izzy on Jan 1st 2012
~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life.
I watched one of Oprah’s Life Classes recently and was struck by what one of the guest said, and have been pondering it ever sense. But it wasn’t until yesterday that I believed it, and realized how true it really is.
Peoples words and opinions to and about you, are just that; words and opinions. They don’t on their own merit/hold any weight in your life. It’s our decision if we chose to give them weight and meaning.
I would like to expand my blog a little and offer an open invitation to submit an article for possible publication here on Thoughts.Stories.Life. I have never done anything like this before, but I think it would be great to share other success stories.
If you have a success story, or something motivational and inspirational to say and want it to be read by over 38,000 readers world-wide send it to me!!! :) I’m looking for personal stories, compelling examples of how you proved to yourself that anything is possible. I want you to inspire ME and all the rest of us. Spread the word, if someone you know has an amazing story they have never told and would like to please let them know, now taking story submissions. Please make it no more then a 2 page word doc, make it well written and send it to me at email@example.com
God I love New York. I mean I always have, from the first time I came here with my little sister when I was 23 and she was 18. We stayed in a hostile off of Broadway and watched the Macy’s Day Parade on mute in our dirty cramped room, listening to it live outside our window. Too lazy to brave the rain.
I loved it when my ex-husband and I came 3 months after the twin towers left holes in the ground from September 11, 2001. We walked the streets, in silence as I captured the scene on my trusty old film camera. Smoke still coming out of the wreckage, military in gas masks stationed everywhere; make-shift prayer sites on every corner. The American Flag planted by NYFD flapping in the cold December wind. But most haunting of all were the thousands of pictures, posters on every available surface of loved ones who where missing and now presumed dead. The memorials throughout the city; dried roses hanging on fences, candles burning day and night next to framed pictures of fathers and children, husbands and wives, grandparents, reminding us how intensely personal this all was.
I was sitting in the Doctor’s office today, trying to use every technique I know on The Law of Attraction and positive thinking. But I was scared, still am. Dealing with your health and issues that threaten it are no joke. It has the capacity to hit you sideways and make you question your faith. My natural tendency prior to learning the power of my thoughts and how to control them would be to FREAK THE HELL OUT right now. That’s what I want to do. It’s a mental tennis match not to.
I watch my Doctors face as I describe how I’ve been feeling. She listens to my breathing, checks my vitals, puts her hands on my neck and throat. I cough, can’t breathe, I tell her. The pain is obvious in my face, probably the fear too. When her hands push on my thyroid, I wheeze tell her that’s enough, I can’t breathe.
I see it in her face too. She knows me, we chit chat about cheating husbands, life after divorce, what it’s like when you’ve unknowingly been living a lie. She knows I’m not bluffing.
I talk openly about my divorce and what it was like learning how to become a single mom. I also talk about how my blog has helped me cope and thrive.
My live radio interview coming up next Sat evening. Tune in to hear me talk about my story and answer your questions live, call in info on the link. Join the conversation..
But can you answer it? I want you to do this for me.Answer it.
Why do we always want what we cant have? And when it’s right in front of our face, when it’s ours we turn our back and walk away from it.
What kinda crazy logic is that?
In relationships, when your with someone it’s often easier to see all the things you don’t like about them, than the things you love. All the things they do that annoy you, hurt your feelings, make you want to kick and scream like a 2 year old. It seems so easy to just quit, hop the fence and graze on the green grass across the street.
These days everyone has been conditioned to believe that they don’t need, and shouldn’t have to change for any body. It’s like a bunch of adults roming the planet sayin I’m perfect just the way I am, no flaws, nothing to change. If you don’t like me exactly how I am then screw you! I’ll find someone who does, as they walk out to the desert to die alone.