Text 23 Mar Are you my Reason, Season, or Lifetime?

People come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
When you figure out which one it is,
you will know what to do for each person.

When someone is in your life for a REASON,
it is usually to meet a need you have expressed.
They have come to assist you through a difficulty;
to provide you with guidance and support;
to aid you physically, emotionally or spiritually.
They may seem like a godsend, and they are.
They are there for the reason you need them to be.

Then, without any wrongdoing on your part or at an inconvenient time,
this person will say or do something to bring the relationship to an end.
Sometimes they die. Sometimes they walk away.
Sometimes they act up and force you to take a stand.
What we must realize is that our need has been met, our desire fulfilled; their work is done.
The prayer you sent up has been answered and now it is time to move on.

Some people come into your life for a SEASON,
because your turn has come to share, grow or learn.
They bring you an experience of peace or make you laugh.
They may teach you something you have never done.
They usually give you an unbelievable amount of joy.
Believe it. It is real. But only for a season.

LIFETIME relationships teach you lifetime lessons;
things you must build upon in order to have a solid emotional foundation.
Your job is to accept the lesson, love the person,
and put what you have learned to use in all other relationships and areas of your life.
It is said that love is blind but friendship is clairvoyant.

—Author Unknown

(Source: lifelessons4u.wordpress.com)

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Thanks to my good friend Jess, (http://bridgeiscliche.wordpress.com), one more word will be saved.

Quote 14 Mar
Don’t make someone a priority if they only consider you an option.
Text 14 Mar What gives?

Can I vent a bit? Wait a minute, of course I can this is my blog…

I really have a hard time when, for example, you’re trying to get together with someone, and they make it SO difficult to do so. Trust me, my life is as busy and hectic as the next persons, but c’mon now, what gives?

I find myself constantly figuring out a way to make myself available- just to accommodate certain friend’s schedules. But every time I stick my neck out and bend over backwards in an attempt to make the plans, I get resistance. Why, why why?!

Ever heard of effort people?

Thinking about it, it reminds me of that quote “Don’t make others a priority if they only consider you an option.” And as much as I don’t want to believe that certain people view our friendship that way- I’m starting to think it’s true.

*Sigh*

But, I suppose all I can do is try, try and try again…. until the silence and resistance finally get to me, and my patience wears so thin it BREAKS.

Ahh… ok. I feel a bit better now after that mini-venting session. I don’t even care if anyone see’s this post. Who knew blogs could be so therapeutic?!

Text 27 Feb 180.

As I sit here watching ‘Breakfast at Tiffany’s’ for the first time (I know right, I can’t believe I haven’t seen it either), I’m also noticing some things in my apartment. What things you ask? Well, there are stuffed animals strewn about the living room floor, cartoons being blasted from the other room, and a pop up princess tent being assembled in front of me.

Yep, you guessed it…. I live with a 6 year old.

Now this time a year ago my apartment was messy, but that was my doing (hey, I cleaned once in a while, and when I did- it was amazing. Ask Brenda.) I probably would have been watching a classic movie on AMC, but not while seeing Palm Trees out my window.

San Diego has been, to say the least, a 180 from my life in Milwaukee. Never mind the 2200 miles from home thing, but I’ve obtained this interesting, exciting, nerve-wracking ‘mom’ role, which is taking me a while to get use to. Instead of going out every week and weekend night, I stay home a little more to hang out with my ‘daughter’. Instead of running errands alone, I take her with me. This new found sense of companionship and responsibility can be challenging, but I’m also finding it to be rather rewarding and beneficial (for both of us, I’d like to think.)

I find myself taking this newly-obtained-position one day at at time because, well, thats all I really can do, isn’t it? This chapter of my life is new, exciting and very different. But as I’ve said time and time again, it’s not BAD different. I’ve chosen to be in this position and so far I have no complaints. I’m teaching a child to read and write, and showing myself (as well as her), that I actually do Math and can help HER to better understand it. Seeing a little person figure all that out and become a smarter individual is priceless. And on the other hand, she has helped me realize that I DO have beneficial maternal instincts, I WILL be able to be an amazing mom eventually… and that I DON’T want a child of my own right away. :)

Besides, now I have someone who WANTS to watch Disney movies with me- AT THE THEATRE! I’m still not sure who’s more excited to see them but, never the less, it’s fun for me. Yesterday we saw Gnomeo and Juliet- and both highly recommend it.

Today, we’re going to color and play with stuffed animals… Ya know, maybe it’s healthy to tap into your inner child once in a while. In fact, I think I’ll let her help me do it. My life may have done a 180, but I’m growing in more ways than I could have ever expected.

Photo 14 Feb Daisies and a love letter? I’m so lucky. Happy Hearts Day!

Daisies and a love letter? I’m so lucky. Happy Hearts Day!

Quote 10 Feb
As I grow to understand life less and less, I learn to love it more and more.
—  Jules Renard
Photo 5 Feb Whenever I think things could be better, I look out my apartment window and my mood immediately changes. I mean, how couldn’t it with a sight like this?

Whenever I think things could be better, I look out my apartment window and my mood immediately changes. I mean, how couldn’t it with a sight like this?

Text 5 Feb Oh, the past.

The past. I know I can’t be the only person who reflects on my past- but I may be the only person who lets it get the best of me. It consumes me at times. More than any normal human being I’m sure.

I find I’m constantly trying to convince myself that the people from my past are there for a reason, and there’s no point in dwelling over those lost friendships. You know the quote… “Don’t worry about people from your past, there is a reason they didn’t make it to your future.” It’s TOTALLY true. But that still doesn’t seem to make it easier…

It’s hard because I make a constant effort to keep in touch, and a lot of those people on the other end don’t reciprocate. And in turn, I beat myself up, thinking I did something wrong. When maybe I should just be thinking that we’ve all grown up and gone our separate ways, and we’re just not alike anymore. That those people in high school fulfilled the friendship needs of a 15 year old- not what I yearn for now at 24. And besides, if they’re not interested in talking to me, why should I try so hard to talk to them? Right? Right.

So- I’ve finally started to come to terms with that thought process as of late. Whenever I start to beat myself up, I think about the friends I have now, and how much happier I am with them. How much more in common we have and how much deeper we connect. How much they care about me. How much they just call to say ‘hi’ and see how my day is going.

In saying that.. I’m so thankful to be surrounded by amazing people. I’m sorry and sad that a lot of old “friends” from my past didn’t make it to my future… but in the end I know I tried my hardest to salvage those friendships, and that this is just how it’s suppose to turn out.

Past, thanks for the memories, but from now on I’m going to try my hardest to only focus on what I’m doing in the present. I’m ready to make some new memories!

Quote 20 Jan
There comes a point in your life when you realize who matters, who never did, who wont anymore, and who always will. So dont worry about people from your past, they are there for a reason.

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