I absolutely love this quote!
I appreciate traditional, normal, and general types of characteristics. But, those characteristics of abnormal, unconventional, and rare are a magnet to my steel.
There’s something quite gripping about diversity, wouldn’t you say? I think people that are authentic and resistant are the most captivating ones.
Honestly, we’re all authentic. There’s no replica of you or me is there? We’re originals.
Sigh, resistant….unyielding…no brakes….That my loves is a beautiful thing. Keep going and keep writing and shining here. Don’t hold back on anything. The door is wide open. You’re not in prison here. Let it all out. There’s a freedom about writing your thoughts and sharing a piece of yourself. Let your authenticity flow.
Now be proud of your originality and wave it around magnificently loves.
Happy Wednesday – XO
Yesterday as I was out & about I enjoyed the simplest little pleasure of people watching.
The function I was at had more than 40,000 people attending.
As I watched and relished in my favorite thing to do I couldn’t help but think to myself….Why don’t we choose to see the beauty in everyone?
I would pick out a person and mentally think of something unique or dazzling about them. I didn’t just do this with women but men too.
A photographer with the largest lens I’d ever seen on her Canon walked by. She had weathered skin with a few lines. It looked like she hadn’t combed her hair in days but I couldn’t help but see the exquisiteness of her face. The stories she must have with each line. The beauty in her gleaming green eyes.
The charming older gent with his WWII Veteran Cap on. As he walked with his cane and the tenderness in his smile looking down at his granddaughter with her fairy costume on. As she jumped into a mud puddle in shear delight, he chuckled. He gave her a high five and she squealed out with laughter. He was beautiful to me for the way he looked at her.
We should never see ugly on anyone’s face. Of course there are many ugly things that people do or say. But, a face? A face is not ugly at all to me.
Judging a face before knowing someone’s character, personalities, their story is so cruel. Because in a sense….. that makes you ugly.
The stories are the mystery behind the eyes. When you look at someone, embrace what they might have to tell.
Since when do I make up words? I know…..this is not orderly for a blogger/writer (If you will) to make up words is it? Humor me?
I’ve always been in my own little world and my imagination ignites like a brush fire. I’m running with it this morning.
Bitchnificent is my definition of a female that’s shameless, glittering, quick-witted and obviously magnificent.
She’s not one to smear or devalue another person. She praises and encourages others to be exceptional.
Of course there’s always counter blows if a threat arises. She will seek retaliation for the wrongfulness of a hazard.
Superior yet natural. Handling her life and close ones with care and commitment of the absolute importance.
I wonder….do you have a female in your life with this enchanting trait? I do believe they are a limited edition. If you catch a glimpse of one…do hold them close at hand as you could learn from them or collaborate with this exquisite spirit.
I honestly hope all of you experience a friendship, confidant, sisterhood, wife in this lifetime that carries this authenticity.
She is thrilling, breathtaking, magical and one to be there for a lifetime.
Looking at you…Looking at me.
Gritting my teeth in this outer body experience.
Foreseeing this crash is gruesome.
You’re magnetic and disturbing.
Being in this moment I cannot withdraw from your grip.
Do I even want to?
You and I together were phenomenal.
Little did I know your edges were razor sharp.
Your sinister moves were no match for me.
Evil amateur at it’s best.
Duplicates in disguise all along.
Warped….Wounded and Finished.
I remember many years ago kids making fun of me in school. They would play pranks on me and trip me when I walked into class. I wore huge glasses and had a terrible perm and a lot of acne. I was seriously a COLD mess. I’m not even going to call it a hot mess because there wasn’t anything hot about that situation.
I was extremely weak and timid. I would take their shit over and over and do nothing about it. Until, one day I came across one of my friends pinned up against a wall in the gym by four guys. They were making fun of her and knocked her glasses off and then punched her in the stomach. I dropped my books and ran over to them like I was cat woman or something. I started pulling them off of her and kicked one in the throat and another one in the dick. They were dropping like flies and running away from me. I chased them until they ran out of the gym.
As I walked back over to my friend that was sobbing and slumped in the floor…..I asked her if she was OK? She took a few deep breaths as I helped her up. As she stood up, she doubled over laughing hysterically. I said “what’s so funny?” She then said “you’re little skinny timid ass just whipped some serious ass.” At that moment I realized that I had a wonderful and fantastic trait. This trait being BAD ASS! Who knew? Where had it been the entire time that everyone was making fun of ME and putting ME down?
Here’s the thing. I didn’t care how they treated me. I could take it. But, you mess with my people I will f*** you up. I didn’t even know that I had that courage inside of me. From that moment on, no one messed with me, EVER.
Often I would get in fights at school. Bullies loved to see me coming. With my big fluffy lioness mullet, coke bottle glasses and acne for days….I was target number one. I notice it’s a huge issue in today’s society with bullies. Back in the 80’s and 90’s no one seemed to care. There wasn’t an awareness like there is today. You had to fend for yourself.
Each of us have a fire inside of us. You might not realize it yet but you’re a fighter. Whether you fight for yourself or not…..I guarantee if someone were to threaten someone you love…you would easily go Cat Woman on their ass in a split second.
There’s nothing wrong with being a little scrappy when needed. Having a backbone sometimes intimidates others. Too bad. We all should stand our ground.
There’s a feeling of liberation when speaking up for yourself or someone else. Stand up for what’s right.
Guts & Grit All Day! XO
All of us have been in a relationship and have taken a loss. Whether it’s you letting someone go or you being let go.
It took me cutting the cord to a past relationship to find myself. Being consumed with fixing someone or trying to persuade them into loving us is exhausting.
Although we might love them and they’re in love with us….it just might not be enough.
If the person you’re in the relationship with doesn’t build you up or encourage you to grow then you’re not with the right person.
I assure you that you deserve more. We’re all worthy of our soulmates and deserve unconditional love.
A break up is a learning experience. Always choose YOU. Accept your flaws, glitches, quirks and fall deeply in love with yourself.
The second you believe in yourself and know your value the right person will find you.
You’re awesome so start believing it already!
At times I find myself surrounded by a toxic wasteland of bodies. I’m thinking some of you do too.
We have to evaluate the circumstances. There are family members, co-workers, friends and so on that are part of our circle.
Cancel the subscription to the unnecessary bullshit. It’s really a burial ground.
Do not allow these destructive people to pull you into circling the drain with them. It’s mind over matter all day, every day.
Take a knife and cut the cord already. Make the change and flip the switch. Come at them with positive responses. Compliment them on something you find significant about them. There’s something good in everyone. Sometimes you have to use a magnifying glass but it’s there.
Resist the wreckage. Clear out the debris. Don’t allow these people to suck the happiness out of your soul. Put light into their dark tunnel.
Digging your way out will be gratifying. You might also be influential to these toxic people. Positivity spreads like a wildfire. Shouldn’t we all bring value to each other?
This game of life can be hard on us…. “A great spirit rises from the ashes.”