Sometimes life, and things in it, need to be reassessed. This is one of those times and this blog is one of those things.
I have discovered that I love to blog. I have enjoyed it so much more than I ever thought that I would. I have no intentions of stopping now, however...
I have come to a place where I think I need a redo...a fresh start. This blog has been great, but, I think it would be best for me to shut this one down and give it another go elsewhere.
Thank you to all of my followers and readers for being here and reading my ramblings. You have helped me so much with your interest. For those of you interested, please feel free to leave me a message here and I'll be happy to give you the address to my new blog. This should cut out the riff raff, don't ya think? *grins*
I am a strong, independent woman. I can take care of myself, my kids, my home, my job, my business, my finances. I am woman, hear me roar!!
I am also a woman. I need to feel loved, nurtured, cared for, taken care of, protected, cherished, treated with tenderness. I am woman, protect my heart!!
I do what I have to do to take care of my family and as a single mom, I'm happy to do it. But deep down, I am still a woman that needs to be treated with TLC. There is a fine line between the two. I want to teach my daughter that it's okay to want to be taken care of...it's how she was built. And I want my boys to know that it is ingrained in them to want to be the care takers.
Perhaps I'm too sensitive or needy. If that's the case, then so be it. God created me to be the woman that I am, so who am I to argue with the Creator of the Heavens and Earth??
Find that fine line and walk it as a woman? Don't mind if I do...
In keeping with the music theme of this week, I reached into the 80's.
This band was one of my favorites and I loved their album "Upstairs at Eric's"...still do, as a matter of fact. I have so many great rememberances attached to all of the songs on this CD. It's nice to go back and reminisce, sometimes.
This weekend, I challenge you to dust off those memory banks and pull up some of the music you listened to when you were younger. You may be pleasantly surprised at the smile you will have when the memories come flooding back. That's one of the best things about music!!
If you haven't heard of Yaz, then please, do enjoy.
I heard this song on the radio recently, and fell in love with this artist. Christina Perri has a gorgeous voice, and haunting lyrics. Put that together with this moving video, and this song will stir your emotions.
I look forward to searching for more Christina Perri, but for now, enjoy...
Well, guess what, friends...I have a stalker. Not the nice, "you're so pretty", admire me from afar, kind of stalker. Instead, I'm the happy recipient of the mean, hateful, uninformed, COWARDLY, "you're old, and you are a failure in every aspect of your life" kind of stalker. Nice, huh?
I have received two anonymous emails in the last couple of months. They have been from bogus email addresses, through my company website, and naturally, they were not signed. The messages in both were full of hate, venom, untruth, accusation, assumption and judgement. The person behind these emails is someone that knows me, or thinks they do.
I have chosen, until now, to let these emails go unmentioned to anyone, with the exception of a couple of close friends and family members. However, I have now decided to write about them here.
My reasoning for this is simple. I believe that this person reads this blog. As a matter of fact, I'm certain of it.
Did you know that there are ways to search email addresses...even bogus ones? I didn't.
Did you know that there are ways to track IP addresses to locate the source of said emails? I didn't.
Did you know that there are laws against this exact thing and that I can file charges? I didn't.
I do now!
I'm pretty sure I know who my stalker is. Not just the fact that this person is a sad, delusional, evil, hurtful, cowardly, lonely individual that has nothing better to do than to throw hateful stones at others, under a blanket of anonymity, but actually WHO this person is.
The truth is, I'm not angry at this person. I don't hate them. I feel very sorry for them. Sorry that their heart is so black and cold, that they feel justified to say these things to me, for no reason whatsoever. Sorry that they don't have the guts to say these things to me face to face. Sorry that when it's all said and done, they don't know me at all. But most of all, sorry that they couldn't possibly know or serve the God that I do. My God is forgiving, full of grace and mercy and loves me...warts and all.
So, to my stalker, I say this...
I forgive you for the hateful things you have said to me. I will pray for you.
I have a feeling I won't be hearing from my stalker again...unless I contact them first. *winks*
Put an end to all this stalker nonsense? Don't mind if I friggin' do...
Last night, I had the chance to get together with several people from my past. A childhood friend of ours was unexpectedly killed last week. The funeral is today, so after the visitation, a group got together at a restaurant. It was one big walk down memory lane!!
I saw people I hadn't seen in years. With the phenomenon that is Facebook, I have reconnected with the bulk of them in the recent past, but for the most part, I hadn't been in the same room with these people for a very long time. It was nice.
We told stories, got caught up with each other's lives and laughed...A LOT! So many memories came flooding back to me. Old friendships, first loves, stupid fights between friends, and all the fun we had when we were growing up.
In the midst of it all, I had a few revelations...
~ Life can be taken from you in the blink of an eye. Love others and tell them often.
~ Everyone makes mistakes and no one is perfect. Whew...at least I'm not alone!
~ Some friendships never die, no matter how much time passes.
~ Some emotions never die, no matter how much time passes.
~ Friends are friends forever, if the Lord's the Lord of them. (thank you, Michael W. Smith)
~ Most people think everyone else looks younger/better than they do themselves. Glad I'm not alone there, either!!
The gathering was a sweet time of getting caught up, reminiscing, laughter and friendship. I wish it had been under better circumstances, but the idea of getting together was to celebrate our friend's life, even in his untimely death. I think that was accomplished last night, and it will continue as everyone remembers him at his funeral today. We know that he is rejoicing in Heaven, this very minute, with God himself and we will reunite with him someday. Oh, the stories we will tell...
