omg this is so interesting! Cant wait for the next batch!
My love life….hmmmmmmmmmm!
I was talking with my bestfriend and I began to explain to her how I was feeling about my love life. So I compared it to something that I do o so well. LOL! Shopping! So I explained it like this: I’m in a store looking for this dress for this special occassion. I try on so many dresses but none of them compliment me. Every once in a while I actually buy one only to return it, because once I got it home and tried it on it really didn’t fit. In some cases I even found myself settling because I was just so scared I would be without one and in the back of my mind I felt like i really needed it. Hoping that an associate would see me and just know what would look just right.
For those who are slow let me explain. I find my self dating and dating. In some ways on my own search for Mr. Right. I try this type of man and this type of man only to realize they don’t compliment me. Every once in a while i feel like “this is it”. Only to find my self in a position thinking that I should have left this young man where I found him. LOL! And what alot of us do we settle thinking that if we don’t run into him now, we might find ourselves all alone. The associate being God, has just the right look for me and you too. We just have to be patient and realize that he made us and he knows exactly what fits. :)
Trying 2 B The Best Me
As I look over this life of mine, I see many disappointments. Alot of things that I would take back. If only I had that magic button that would allow me to “do over”. What’s life without mistakes? What is a life with no lesson learned? It’s a life not lived. This paint I wear covers most of my scars, But underneath tells a story. So I take my experiences, put them in a bag, and I promise myself never to make the same mistake twice. In life moving forward is the only direction that should be taken. Standing still or going back, makes the load heavy. So as I move forward with life I declare to myself that I will be the best me.
