Posts tagged with “wisdom”
Embracing Rejection Helped Me Love Dating and Meet My Husband
“Every time I thought I was being rejected from something good, I was actually being redirected to something better.” ~Steve Maraboli
I think most single people these days dream of meeting someone “in real life.”
The fantasy is that in “the real world” it’ll be easier.
I dated BA and AA. Before apps and after apps.
The sad truth is that technology changed the game whether you’re on apps or not.
The life skill of walking up to someone in a bar and starting a conversation out of thin air has vanished. The ability to be the receiver of that …
Healing Anxious Attachment Patterns to Create Space for Love
“Anxious attachment stems from a deep sense of inner instability where old wounds make people anticipate that they will be abandoned again and again.” ~Jessica Baum
I have recently met the love of my life. Yay!!! He is the person I’ve been imagining for as long as I can remember, hoping and praying that one day I would find him.
It took such a long time that I began to suspect I was delusional for imagining that such a love was possible, and I almost gave up on the idea of him. But now he is here, and we share …
Why You Don’t Need Many Friends to Be Happy
“Introversion—along with its cousins sensitivity, seriousness, and shyness—is now a second-class personality trait, somewhere between a disappointment and a pathology.” ~Susan Cain, Quiet: The Power of Introverts in a World That Can’t Stop Talking
I’ll be honest, I don’t have many friends.
And it’s something I’ve always felt a level of shame about.
In fact, I recognize it’s a self-limiting belief I’ve been carrying around since secondary school: I don’t make friends easily or have a big circle; therefore, I’m unworthy or there’s something wrong with me.
That’s not to say I’ve never had friends. I’ve had friends from childhood …
I’m Not Sorry for My Tears: A New Movement
“Do not apologize for crying. Without this emotion, we are only robots.” ~Elizabeth Gilbert
A few nights ago, I was at a groovy, loud Mexican restaurant with some friends. In between sips of spicy margaritas and bites of chips with guac, I was talking with one of my friends privately about her latest struggles. She was confiding in me that she was still quite emotional about losing her mom.
Although it had been two years, she still found herself crying alone and in front of others when she talked or thought about her mother. She mentioned that the week prior, …
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