I think life is meant to be lived joyfully. I have no desire to judge myself for eating pizza or to feel guilty for drinking a beer.
I can clearly point to a feeling of heightened emotional intelligence for having the courage to rebuild a relationship with my father. I do love him, all of him. Do I still see and feel the angry person of his youth? At times, yes. Do I love him any less for it? No.
As soon as you stop carving through the caverns of your soul, trying to find something more, the world, and all of its high hopes and searches for meaning, will simply cease to exist. We will walk around, empty shells under the palm trees of delusion that this picture of paradise is all we have ...
I get it, believe me. I too have fallen, more than once in my younger years, for the alluring language of multi-level marketing (MLM). The too-eloquent promises of enigmatic abundance, limitless opportunity, and financial freedom are hard to ignore; they weasel into the parts of your psyche ...
Loving someone means committing to each other that no matter what, you’re willing to make something work. That it may not turn out as pretty as you hoped, or that expectations might not be met, but that doesn’t matter because what’s important is that you both are there, right now, for each ...
Know that she’s looking at times for a soft space to land; to let go without judgment, without being told she needs to be fixed. Without being asked what’s wrong. Without being condemned or looked down upon. Without being made to feel like she’s failed simply for showing another side of herself.
Stand tall -- if the relationship ends, it was not meant to be. Thank them. You two came together for many reasons. Maybe you can walk on with peace and dignity.
I’m not slamming working mothers -- I would not want to bring a fellow sister down for her choices in her life, much as I would like the same respect -- but it is important to me to be there with them for the day-in and day-out life that makes up the fabric of their childhoods.