We did it! We got a house!! A cute little three bedroom house that will rid us of having to sit elbow to elbow on the couch, hip check eachother on accident (and sometimes on purpose early in the mornings) when trying to walk through the hall, and saying "we will have room for (insert furniture item here) when we have a house." It is super exciting!!
Notice I didn't say BOUGHT a house though. No, we are not buying this year. Apparently, my entire family, Duane's entire family, my co workers, friends and even my hairdresser are not the only ones concerned with the fact that we are not married...so are the banks!! It was a bit frustrating at first and made me want to hunt down the mortgage guy we talked to last year who gave us all the bad information and slash his tires. However, once that feeling passed (much of the credit for that goes to Duane) I was able to take a more realistic look at the situation. Yes, we are still renters, but we reached our goal. We are living in a house, a place big enough for us and the life we want to live. Not to mention, this will serve as a huge learning experience for us!
Duane has been awesome and loved me through being neurotic and stressed. He has talked me down from dreaming up grand plans for a house we can't make too many adjustments to, and yet accomodated me enough to keep me from losing it. It is amazing how moving in to a house with someone can bring out the best or the worst in someone. It has brought out the best in Duane, that is for sure. He lives for home improvement and yard work. He is amazing with a tool box and a plan, and I admire him for that. My forte is more paint, furniture, light fixtures etc and in a rental you are limited which can be frustrating, thus the crazy comes out more than I would like it to!!
In a way I am glad we get this opportunity for a "dress rehearsal" of what it will be like when we actually have OUR house. By then we will have learned how to balance eachother out, ok well I will learn that because Duane seems to have it figured out! What eachother's priorities are and it will be easier...not easy, just easier. Sometimes life throws you a curveball that you don't think you have a chance at, but a few times in a batting cage can make you realize it's a chance to hit it out of the park and that curveball doesn't look so scary next time it comes flyin at you! I am excited for the times in this house with our family and friends and everything to be learned along the way. The people in the house make it a home, not the light fixtures, windows or paint and with that in mind, I have the best home I could ask for!
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Friday, February 11, 2011
Wanna Order a Pizza?
How do you like your pizza? Thick crust, thin? Lot's of sauce, extra cheese? Toppings piled high, or do you like them basic? I say, depends on who you are ordering with!!
A thin crust is great, if made correctly. It requires attention to detail because it becomes fragile if too much heat is placed on it. A pan crust is thicker and stands up to the heat better. It is harder to break. It is thicker, spongier and soaks up the sauce! Depending on who you are ordering with your crust may not stand up to a higher heat. If you put too much pressure on it, it may break. Then again it may stand up to the heat and welcome a challenge because it knows it can weather that storm! I prefer a thick crust, but if the person I am ordering with wants to keep it thin, then I am one to oblige.
Do you go light on the sauce and the cheese? Do you feel like the basis of your pizza is the least important part? The sauce creates a layer for all of your toppings to stick to. This is something, like the crust that both people ordering must be in agreement about. You can't 1/2 and 1/2 the sauce types. Once it is spread out over that crust you are stuck with it. I like my sauce very thick, but not too spicy. Too much spice makes me not want pizza anymore!
So hopefully by know you have caught on to my little story. Interactions between people, friends, family, significant others, have always fascinated me. These relationships are always so different, yet never the same for each person. Some relationships have a thin crust. One bite into that pizza and it breaks up. If you chose wisely and opted for extra sauce and maybe some extra cheese, also known as effort and compassion, then it can hold that crust together for a while. Long enough for another bite usually, but it won't last if that sauce has to do all the work. That thicker pan crust can handle the chomps, it can stand up to it because it is more flexible. More willing to bend and handle the pressure. It also absorbs the sauce and makes it a part of itself. Your foundation is now built with flexibility effort and compassion. This is an unbreakable bond, well, for pizza anyways!
Not everyone likes the same toppings on their pizza. Why should they? There are so many options out there! If you are new to making pizzas or never really cared to learn before now you may want to pile your pizza high with everything to decide what you like. Do you like olives? No? Toss em off! Onions? Yes? Sweet, keep em on!! And so on and so forth. Each person can top their half of the pizza with virtually anything they want, but there is always a chance of some overlap, so what are you not willing to let the other person put on your pizza, just in case it travels over to your half? Sometimes it may take a while to decide what you like on your pizza and figure out how to merge two tastes onto one pizza, but in the end if both people are full and happy then your pizza is perfect!!
A thin crust is great, if made correctly. It requires attention to detail because it becomes fragile if too much heat is placed on it. A pan crust is thicker and stands up to the heat better. It is harder to break. It is thicker, spongier and soaks up the sauce! Depending on who you are ordering with your crust may not stand up to a higher heat. If you put too much pressure on it, it may break. Then again it may stand up to the heat and welcome a challenge because it knows it can weather that storm! I prefer a thick crust, but if the person I am ordering with wants to keep it thin, then I am one to oblige.
Do you go light on the sauce and the cheese? Do you feel like the basis of your pizza is the least important part? The sauce creates a layer for all of your toppings to stick to. This is something, like the crust that both people ordering must be in agreement about. You can't 1/2 and 1/2 the sauce types. Once it is spread out over that crust you are stuck with it. I like my sauce very thick, but not too spicy. Too much spice makes me not want pizza anymore!
So hopefully by know you have caught on to my little story. Interactions between people, friends, family, significant others, have always fascinated me. These relationships are always so different, yet never the same for each person. Some relationships have a thin crust. One bite into that pizza and it breaks up. If you chose wisely and opted for extra sauce and maybe some extra cheese, also known as effort and compassion, then it can hold that crust together for a while. Long enough for another bite usually, but it won't last if that sauce has to do all the work. That thicker pan crust can handle the chomps, it can stand up to it because it is more flexible. More willing to bend and handle the pressure. It also absorbs the sauce and makes it a part of itself. Your foundation is now built with flexibility effort and compassion. This is an unbreakable bond, well, for pizza anyways!
Not everyone likes the same toppings on their pizza. Why should they? There are so many options out there! If you are new to making pizzas or never really cared to learn before now you may want to pile your pizza high with everything to decide what you like. Do you like olives? No? Toss em off! Onions? Yes? Sweet, keep em on!! And so on and so forth. Each person can top their half of the pizza with virtually anything they want, but there is always a chance of some overlap, so what are you not willing to let the other person put on your pizza, just in case it travels over to your half? Sometimes it may take a while to decide what you like on your pizza and figure out how to merge two tastes onto one pizza, but in the end if both people are full and happy then your pizza is perfect!!
Life in Another Dimension
I wrote this about a year and a half ago. Thought I should put it out there for the world to read! Enjoy!
Anyone who has ever worked in an office setting knows that it is unlike any other kind of job. You are expected to come to work, sit in your little 5x8 cubicle and keep to yourself. This is ideal of course, but it is kind of like trapping a wild animal. You can’t expect us to sit for 8 hrs a day in front of a computer, sometimes two or three computers and not find something to entertain ourselves or look for reasons and ways to escape!
Now, I have been told I am lucky, in the sense that my cat Patches was lucky to be put to sleep before her teeth fell out and she died of starvation, that I don’t have a full cubicle. I have a half like cubicle thingy with walls that don’t completely cover my computer screen or any other business going on in my desk area. Why the walls are there, I have yet to come to a firm conclusion, but I think it may have something to do with making us know that we have boundaries, kind of like the invisible fence my parents have for their Jack Russell. I am thankful not to feel like a mouse trapped in a cage with 4 ft high cubicle walls; however is it too much to ask for a little privacy at my desk? I mean, how else will I successfully become the best mobster I can be in Mafia Wars or chat endlessly on Yahoo with my friends if I keep getting caught?! I will never achieve true slackerific tendencies with 3 ft walls and a computer screen in plain view of anyone who walks through the door.
While working at a different office for a week I was treated to the endless entertainment of a true cubicle land, office space, mice in cages setting! If getting my work done at my own office was difficult, it was never going to happen here! Not only do I have actual cubicle walls, but so does everyone else. There is something about being trapped in a cubicle for 8 hrs a day that makes you forget that there is anyone else around you. It is like you have been taken to a new dimension where the only things that exist are your computer (with full internet access, now here I can fine tune my slackerific tendencies), your cup of coffee on the desk and your and my favorite…PERSONAL PHONE CALLS! Oh the things I know about people that they would never in a million years dream of telling a complete stranger, yet inside those cubicle walls you feel like you are empowered, that you are in control of your world and that no one else exists, so you feel free to bask in the glory of all of your personal drama as if no one else can hear or judge you! Big mistake! (please note names have been changed, and or forgotten due to non importance, to protect the innocent)
Barbara’s husband is a jerk, he painted the living room the wrong shade of green! Can you believe it? How could he even think to wake up early, go to the store and pick up the paint that she picked out and paint the living room the WRONG shade of green? Now, if you were having this conversation where you knew people could hear you, you would probably be a whole lot nicer about it, but not in this new cubicle dimension. Barbara flipped out! I heard curse words I didn’t even know existed! Ok, I know what you are thinking, so what? She is a woman, and women overreact about this bullshit all the time! Let me tell you about Frank. He is an IT man and thinks the sun rises and sets over his ass! I don’t know if the sun does, but according to his conversation with his doctor there is a whole lot more than a sunrise goin on down there! Sally hates her mother in law and apparently doesn’t get it enough from her husband, Kathy is taking new medication for her depression and anxiety, and the list goes on!
So reflecting on my week in this new dimension, I can’t help but count my blessings, and by blessings I mean how much it still sucks, just doesn’t suck as bad, that I don’t have to deal with the endless personal drama coming from people who I would never want to know more than their employee number and authorization for rental days, let alone what their proctologist determined was the reason for their “discomfort.” I will take my limited internet access, my joke of a cubicle and my peace and quiet and bask in it’s glory, that is until my co worker who sits less than 3 feet behind me brings in lunch and starts slurping and chewing louder and my grandma does when she eats without her teeth in…those cubicle walls would come in handy just about then!
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Am I Destined to Be My Mother??
If someone acts outrageously or treats people a certain way those around them tend to say something along the lines of "well, he can't help it. He had a rough childhood experience." I am no head shrinker but it does make sense. We are a product of our environment, a mini me version of the people who influence us at an early age. But why do we always focus on the negatives of that? Why can't we say "wow, she is amazing, probably because she had a great childhood."? Why can't we use the positive to showcase who people are? Why can't the positive experiences we have had be a prominent reason of why we are the way we are? Why do we focus on the negative...I guess it could be because we all feel we have something in common if we have something to complain about. We aren't trying to make ourselves look better than everyone else if we focus on the negative, we try and strenthen relationship bonds with other people through comparing negative aspects of our lives, because we KNOW everyone has had those!!
During a drunk worknight marathonlike conversation with my boyfriend the other night an interesting point was brought up. One I had never really stopped to think about. Ok, so maybe we were trash talking someone we finally mutually dislike, but that aside this is what was said..."well everyone has negative experiences in their childhood that can affect them..." I thought on that statement for a couple of days. I can't think of a single thing in my childhood that stands out as a negative experience to me. I can't even think of any fights I had with my parents or brother, even though we had them. I can't find a single issue! Nothing so emotionally or physically huge happened in my life as a child that I feel it had a negative impact on my adulthood. I was actually kind of excited about it until I started talking to a friend about it. I almost felt bad saying the truth. Why should I feel bad for telling a friend that I had a great childhood and that my parents and I are still close and have a great relationship? I felt bad because I didn't have that negative to bond with them about. I couldn't sympathize about their bad experiences. I felt like I was bragging. I was focusing on the negative again. I had to actually tell myself "Stop it! You are doing it wrong!!" It is ok to let the positive parts of your life be the reason you are the adult you are now. It is ok to "brag" about the great things in your life that have taught you lessons, enlightened you, or given you much needed perspective. IT IS OK!!!!
It is easy to get caught up in the negative parts of people's personalities, lives and choices. But why should we let ourselves stress over that when there is so much more positive going on that we choose to ignore? People are individuals, they make choices based on their perspective of right and wrong, good and bad, safe and risky. Those decisions are largely based on life's lessons, good and bad. We often let bad choices we have made in the past dictate our choices now, because we are afraid of repeating a history we didn't want to live in the first place. Maybe, it would be better to focus on the good and try to repeat that and not worry so much about other people, their choices and who they are. Let them be the product of their environment. Let them become their mother, father, grandfather or whoever else had a significant influence in their life. Once we start focusing on the positive in our lives it is amazing how uncomfortable the negative people around you get. I say let me turn in to my mother because she is one hell of a woman and hopefully I will be too!
During a drunk worknight marathonlike conversation with my boyfriend the other night an interesting point was brought up. One I had never really stopped to think about. Ok, so maybe we were trash talking someone we finally mutually dislike, but that aside this is what was said..."well everyone has negative experiences in their childhood that can affect them..." I thought on that statement for a couple of days. I can't think of a single thing in my childhood that stands out as a negative experience to me. I can't even think of any fights I had with my parents or brother, even though we had them. I can't find a single issue! Nothing so emotionally or physically huge happened in my life as a child that I feel it had a negative impact on my adulthood. I was actually kind of excited about it until I started talking to a friend about it. I almost felt bad saying the truth. Why should I feel bad for telling a friend that I had a great childhood and that my parents and I are still close and have a great relationship? I felt bad because I didn't have that negative to bond with them about. I couldn't sympathize about their bad experiences. I felt like I was bragging. I was focusing on the negative again. I had to actually tell myself "Stop it! You are doing it wrong!!" It is ok to let the positive parts of your life be the reason you are the adult you are now. It is ok to "brag" about the great things in your life that have taught you lessons, enlightened you, or given you much needed perspective. IT IS OK!!!!
It is easy to get caught up in the negative parts of people's personalities, lives and choices. But why should we let ourselves stress over that when there is so much more positive going on that we choose to ignore? People are individuals, they make choices based on their perspective of right and wrong, good and bad, safe and risky. Those decisions are largely based on life's lessons, good and bad. We often let bad choices we have made in the past dictate our choices now, because we are afraid of repeating a history we didn't want to live in the first place. Maybe, it would be better to focus on the good and try to repeat that and not worry so much about other people, their choices and who they are. Let them be the product of their environment. Let them become their mother, father, grandfather or whoever else had a significant influence in their life. Once we start focusing on the positive in our lives it is amazing how uncomfortable the negative people around you get. I say let me turn in to my mother because she is one hell of a woman and hopefully I will be too!
Thursday, February 3, 2011
The Man on The Unicycle!!
This story starts about three weeks ago when I was informed the new management at my apartment complex decided to be cheap bastards and not renew their contracts with Comcast for the basic cable that was included with rent. Fantastic, Superb, Awesome...three words that would NOT describe this situation. Three phone calls to Comcast later it was decided I needed to return my DVR. Which brings me to today.
I went down to the Comcast office at 9:30 thinking it wouldn't be busy since they open at 9, boy was I wrong! It wasn't bad, not like at the Beaverton store, but there were about 15 people ahead of me. Two employees were working the window, and one was trying to look like she was working but was actually doing a lot of nothing, until Apple man came in. I call him Apple man because he smelled faintly of sour green apples and stale cigarettes. I actually looked around for an apple scented air freshener when he sat down, and when I saw none, realized it was him! He walks in, takes his ticket and proceeds to give Deborah (the lady pretending to work) crap about not working while everyone is waiting. She scowls and starts activly trying to pretend she is working at this point. He keeps razzing her about it, all the while calling her Debby and apologizing and switching back to Deborah. I was a little confused. I can understand being a regular at a restaurant, a bar, or a salon/barbur, but the Comcast office?!?!?! What on earth could an old, weathered, wrinkly, somewhat senile man need on such a regular basis at the Comcast office that he not only knows the employee's names but also knows about Deborah's husband buying her a new diamond ring?! I was actually kind of amazed by this man! Either he makes friends fast, or has nothing better to do all day than hang out at Comcast and harass the employees!
Ok, so of all the places to sit in the office Apple man decides to sit next to me. That is until his buddy comes in and he offers him his seat. This guy knows EVERYONE!!! After a ten minute conversation between the two where Apple man tries to convince his buddy to take him downtown with no luck, they then turn their attention to me. I had been trying to sit as still as possible with a "screw the world" look on my face to avoid this happening, but apparently my "screw the world" look is more of a "hey creepy dudes! Come talk to me!" look! After asking what my number is they spent the last ten minutes before I would be called to the window arguing about where I was in line and who was before me. I was able to tune them out, only because something else more interesting walked in.
Picture this...French manicured acrylic nails, shoulder length perfeclty done and colored hair, makeup done with accuracy and well, and then you look down. SWEATS!!! NAVY BLUE MEN'S SWEATS!!!!! WHY? Why put all of that time and energy into your appearance only to throw on some stained, torn and about three sizes too small sweats? It isn't the first time I have seen something like this, afterall I do live in SE Portland, but everytime I do I am so dissapointed!!!
My turn finally came and I wandered up to the desk. Two creepy guys still arguing about who was right. The Comcast lady looked at me like she felt sorry for me having to sit next to them and I laughed. I was so glad to get out of there and back to the safety of my own car, my own music, and being able to see the crazies from a safe distance. To top it all off I saw a man riding a unicycle on the way home! Not a completly odd thing to see in Portland, but what made me appreciate the goofyness of it was his serious bike gear. Bike shorts, wind resistant bike racing shirt, and riding gloves. Tell me one thing Mr. Unicycle man. Why the hell do you need gloves if your bike has no handle bars?!
I went down to the Comcast office at 9:30 thinking it wouldn't be busy since they open at 9, boy was I wrong! It wasn't bad, not like at the Beaverton store, but there were about 15 people ahead of me. Two employees were working the window, and one was trying to look like she was working but was actually doing a lot of nothing, until Apple man came in. I call him Apple man because he smelled faintly of sour green apples and stale cigarettes. I actually looked around for an apple scented air freshener when he sat down, and when I saw none, realized it was him! He walks in, takes his ticket and proceeds to give Deborah (the lady pretending to work) crap about not working while everyone is waiting. She scowls and starts activly trying to pretend she is working at this point. He keeps razzing her about it, all the while calling her Debby and apologizing and switching back to Deborah. I was a little confused. I can understand being a regular at a restaurant, a bar, or a salon/barbur, but the Comcast office?!?!?! What on earth could an old, weathered, wrinkly, somewhat senile man need on such a regular basis at the Comcast office that he not only knows the employee's names but also knows about Deborah's husband buying her a new diamond ring?! I was actually kind of amazed by this man! Either he makes friends fast, or has nothing better to do all day than hang out at Comcast and harass the employees!
Ok, so of all the places to sit in the office Apple man decides to sit next to me. That is until his buddy comes in and he offers him his seat. This guy knows EVERYONE!!! After a ten minute conversation between the two where Apple man tries to convince his buddy to take him downtown with no luck, they then turn their attention to me. I had been trying to sit as still as possible with a "screw the world" look on my face to avoid this happening, but apparently my "screw the world" look is more of a "hey creepy dudes! Come talk to me!" look! After asking what my number is they spent the last ten minutes before I would be called to the window arguing about where I was in line and who was before me. I was able to tune them out, only because something else more interesting walked in.
Picture this...French manicured acrylic nails, shoulder length perfeclty done and colored hair, makeup done with accuracy and well, and then you look down. SWEATS!!! NAVY BLUE MEN'S SWEATS!!!!! WHY? Why put all of that time and energy into your appearance only to throw on some stained, torn and about three sizes too small sweats? It isn't the first time I have seen something like this, afterall I do live in SE Portland, but everytime I do I am so dissapointed!!!
My turn finally came and I wandered up to the desk. Two creepy guys still arguing about who was right. The Comcast lady looked at me like she felt sorry for me having to sit next to them and I laughed. I was so glad to get out of there and back to the safety of my own car, my own music, and being able to see the crazies from a safe distance. To top it all off I saw a man riding a unicycle on the way home! Not a completly odd thing to see in Portland, but what made me appreciate the goofyness of it was his serious bike gear. Bike shorts, wind resistant bike racing shirt, and riding gloves. Tell me one thing Mr. Unicycle man. Why the hell do you need gloves if your bike has no handle bars?!
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Rob Thomas actually got it right!!!
Not Just A Woman by Rob Thomas
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She's terrified
and she's unafraid
She'll change her mind
with the change of the seasons
She's every reason
You'll ever need.
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swear she can read your mind
Sometimes she'll seem as if she's broken down
Yeh, but everything that's perfect
took a litte working now and then.
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She'll break your heart
and make you strong
She can take you
completely make you
So uncertain,
so better off
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swear she can read your mind
At times she'll seem as if she's broken down
And everything was working,
why'd you have to let her down again?
Again...
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She's terrified
and she's unfraid
She is an icon
She keeps her lights on
She'll break your heart, shes got her ways
She's just a woman
not just a woman
She's complicated with an easy smile
She is a genius but she don't see it
She is a dream in the waking hours
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swaer she can read your mind
At times she'll seem as if she's broken down
Yeh, but everything thats perfect gets a little worn down
little worn down
little worn down
little worn down.
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She's terrified
and she's unafraid
She'll change her mind
with the change of the seasons
She's every reason
You'll ever need.
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swear she can read your mind
Sometimes she'll seem as if she's broken down
Yeh, but everything that's perfect
took a litte working now and then.
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She'll break your heart
and make you strong
She can take you
completely make you
So uncertain,
so better off
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swear she can read your mind
At times she'll seem as if she's broken down
And everything was working,
why'd you have to let her down again?
Again...
She's just a woman
Not just a woman
She's terrified
and she's unfraid
She is an icon
She keeps her lights on
She'll break your heart, shes got her ways
She's just a woman
not just a woman
She's complicated with an easy smile
She is a genius but she don't see it
She is a dream in the waking hours
She'll never say
what you should already know by now
Sometimes you swaer she can read your mind
At times she'll seem as if she's broken down
Yeh, but everything thats perfect gets a little worn down
little worn down
little worn down
little worn down.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Questions...
All of my childhood I felt like I was safe, like I could trust anybody because no one had ever made me believe I couldn't. I had the protection of my family and the naivite of childhood to hide behind and life was simple. I miss that time. I miss being able to look at someone and see the good in them and not have to feel like I have to guard myself and analyze their every move and comment to make sure I don't get stuck in a rough spot or get hurt. I still have that with my parents and maybe that is why I always get so tired when I go home. I am finally letting my guard down, relaxing, letting my brain think it's own thoughts at it's own will in a good place, a place of security, not one of defense.
I have been hurt. I have been hurt by friends, family, myself and I have been hurt by men I have chosen to care about. I have experienced pain I don't wish on any other human being, but can say I am glad I experienced all of them because they have taught me valuable lessons.
Usually, when someone is hurt they are cautious the next time around when placed in a similar situation. Not me!!! I am stupid enough to jump right back in. Yes, I am somewhat more cautious, but I am still wayyyy too trusting! You would have think I would have learned my lesson a long time ago. Don't trust what people SAY, trust what they DO!!!
Ok, so let's say you live your life trusting someone's actions, but what if those actions are not a true reflection of their feelings? What if they don't even know why or how to stop what they are doing? What do you do then?! How long do you wait to let them figure it out? What if they never do? Do you trust they will? Do you trust them? YOU have done nothing wrong, YOU have not caused these actions, so there is no action YOU can take to make this right!! Even if someone has aknowledged and apologized for the wrong they have done, the trust they have broken and the hurt they have caused, it does not mean they will not do it again. Is it really worth living a life of uncertainty and questions? Is it worth risking your own feelings? Is it worth risking the other person's feelings for that matter? People don't change, but they do control their choices...I guess all we can do is hope those choices don't hurt us!
I have been hurt. I have been hurt by friends, family, myself and I have been hurt by men I have chosen to care about. I have experienced pain I don't wish on any other human being, but can say I am glad I experienced all of them because they have taught me valuable lessons.
Usually, when someone is hurt they are cautious the next time around when placed in a similar situation. Not me!!! I am stupid enough to jump right back in. Yes, I am somewhat more cautious, but I am still wayyyy too trusting! You would have think I would have learned my lesson a long time ago. Don't trust what people SAY, trust what they DO!!!
Ok, so let's say you live your life trusting someone's actions, but what if those actions are not a true reflection of their feelings? What if they don't even know why or how to stop what they are doing? What do you do then?! How long do you wait to let them figure it out? What if they never do? Do you trust they will? Do you trust them? YOU have done nothing wrong, YOU have not caused these actions, so there is no action YOU can take to make this right!! Even if someone has aknowledged and apologized for the wrong they have done, the trust they have broken and the hurt they have caused, it does not mean they will not do it again. Is it really worth living a life of uncertainty and questions? Is it worth risking your own feelings? Is it worth risking the other person's feelings for that matter? People don't change, but they do control their choices...I guess all we can do is hope those choices don't hurt us!
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