sometimes moving on with the rest of your life starts with goodbye.

With no intentions to write about last night's dream, I'm now finding it impossible not to since it's been on my mind All. Day. Long.  Yes, one of those that really stings the heart and cannot be forgotten with a little coffee therapy.  In fact, if I remember correctly, I woke up startled last night …

in matters of love, how do you know when it’s right?

Does anybody really know when it’s right? And how do you know – are there signs? Fireworks? Is it right when it feels comfortable or is comfortable a sign that there’s no fireworks?  Is hesitation a sign that it’s not right, or is it just a sign that you’re not ready? In matters of love …

“all i have are the choices i make”

I could write a book on fate...and for the last six years of my life I swore I would.  But that was then and, as they say, this is now.  All of the lessons learned and eye-opening experiences between then and now have left me with the desire to (instead) write my little novel about choices.  Because if …

no day but today (well yesterday)

Most of the time I have all these thoughts bouncin' around in my head, but with a brush in my hand the world gets kinda quiet.  ~ Allie Hamilton, "The Notebook (Note: This was written, hand-written, on Sunday night although not posted til Monday morning.) For the first time in 1...2...3...possibly 4 weeks I am …

carrie bradshaw said it perfectly…

It's been a long, jam-packed, frazzled (at times) kind of day, but a great day.  I'm exhaused, and if you knew where I was today and what I did then I'm sure you'd understand why.  However, as I sit here under my covers preparing to drift off to sleep for (hopefully) a 6-hour 'nap', I …

i know it’s not your fault, but i’m a locked door. anytime i’m a mess by someone before. and i wish that i, i could find the key, to unlock all the things you want us to be. let me open up and start again, but there’s a safe around my heart. i don’t know how to let you in.

Heartbreak is a fact of life.  It happens to the best of us, and in fact, I think it's what forms our best possible self.  Did I just lose you?  What I'm saying is that- in some ironic fashion- all of the crappy, soul-crippling, unexplainable things that happen to us not only develop our character, but …

to love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance

I sent this card to my Pap about two years ago when my Grandma was unexpectantly put in the hospital for a few days.  Unfortunately my Pap passed away last summer on July 29th, but seeing this graphic today reminds me of the day I sent this to him.  I love this card.  I've sent it …

maybe our mistakes are what make our fate

For some reason I'm feeling a little Carrie Bradshaw-esque this evening.  It may be my low-blood sugar, tired brain saying 'go to bed' over and over again and/or the fact that I keep seeing the trailer for Sex and the City 2 (with my beloved Aidan Shaw).  Whatever it may be, along with the little …