A long one, but so true!
"The irony of love is loving the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone right after that person has walked out of your life. Sometimes you think you’re already over a person, but when you see them smile at you, you suddenly realize that you’re just pretending to be over them, just to ease the pain of knowing that they will never be yours again. For some, letting go is one way of expressing how much they love a person, but for others it’s holding on to that special feeling as long as possible before it fades away. Most relationships tend to fail not because of the absence of love, love is always present, it’s just that one was being loved too much and the other wasn’t being loved enough. We all know that the heart is the center of the body, but it beats on the left. maybe that’s the reason why the heart is not always right. Most often, we fall in love with the person we think we love only to discover that for them, we are just a pass time, while the one who truly loves us remains either a friend or a stranger. So here’s a piece of advice: let go when you are hurting too much. Give up when you or the other believes love isn’t enough, and move on when things are not like before. there is someone out there who will honestly love you, and only then will you know true love. "
Just Let Go....
At church this afternoon Father Steve spoke about the importance of letting go of the things we can't control which is something that hit particularly close to home for me, as I've been hanging on to a certain situation for far too long at this point and I really need to just let it go. It made me think of a story that I heard a few years back about a Monkey with his hand stuck in a coconut.
As all fables do this is a story with a hidden message. Basically a long time ago in a far off land Villagers decided that they wanted to catch monkeys. So one ingenious person thought of cutting a hole in a coconut and stuffing peanuts in it. The hole was just big enough so that a monkey could fit their hand in it, but small enough so that when the monkey's fist was clinched it could not fit through.
Sure enough the monkey came to the coconut, smelled the peanuts and stuck his hand in the hole. When the monkey hunters saw this they would be able to catch the monkey because the monkey wouldn't want to let go of the peanuts so he was stuck, and then ultimately captured. What the monkey didn't realize is that if he would just release the peanuts from his hand he'd be able to get free from the situation.
So today I realized that I'm that monkey. I've been holding onto something that I don't want to let go of, and the longer I have a clinched fist the longer I am prohibiting myself from knowing what else is out there for me. I need to trust in the fact that God has a plan for my life and it involves something even better than what has been holding me back. And in the end the reward will likely be that I'll still be rewarded with peanuts, maybe even the honey roasted kind this time around!
"Stuck in the Middle with You"
As many of you know I love to write. I have been thinking about writing a book for women who are in similar situations as I have found myself in over the years! Here is a sneak peak at the Prelude to my book which I intend to entitle "Stuck in the Middle with You: A"Single" Girl's Guide to a Rock and a Hard Place.
Every love story has a few commonalities; there is normally a beginning, middle and an end. For most Love Stories the beginning is normally made up of all rainbows and butterflies. It starts something along the lines of “Boy meets girl, falls in love and sweeps girl off her feet.” (or at least that’s what many women ultimately hope for).
Then comes the “middle”, and just as any middle child knows this is the part that may not always be the most fun, but it’s certainly the most important. This is the part that makes or breaks any relationship; it’s not new anymore but you’re still not to the comfort level of knowing that this person is yours forever. The middle usually presents some level of turmoil which the main characters of any love store either a) get through which then leads to an ending of happily ever after or b) they break up, which then leads to the end (period).
Many of us however are not this lucky in our own love stories. And while everything seems to be perfectly clear on the big screen, sometimes in real life the beginning isn’t so clear, nor is the middle, and sometimes it’s the end that gets us really confused.
For the past year and a half I have been writing my own love story, or at least another volume in the love stories of my life. It has not been an easy one to follow, for me, for him, or for any of our family or friends for that matter. In this book you’ll be given the chance to associate with an all too common "underdog" (yours truly). The girl who met who she thought was “the one”, but was placed by him into the “I do love you but I’m not ready to commit to you” category. Please follow me on my journey though the past year and a half of my life as I reflect upon trying to figure out what went wrong, what went right, what I learned about love and friendship through it all and where this particular love story might be headed.
Every love story has a few commonalities; there is normally a beginning, middle and an end. For most Love Stories the beginning is normally made up of all rainbows and butterflies. It starts something along the lines of “Boy meets girl, falls in love and sweeps girl off her feet.” (or at least that’s what many women ultimately hope for).
Then comes the “middle”, and just as any middle child knows this is the part that may not always be the most fun, but it’s certainly the most important. This is the part that makes or breaks any relationship; it’s not new anymore but you’re still not to the comfort level of knowing that this person is yours forever. The middle usually presents some level of turmoil which the main characters of any love store either a) get through which then leads to an ending of happily ever after or b) they break up, which then leads to the end (period).
Many of us however are not this lucky in our own love stories. And while everything seems to be perfectly clear on the big screen, sometimes in real life the beginning isn’t so clear, nor is the middle, and sometimes it’s the end that gets us really confused.
For the past year and a half I have been writing my own love story, or at least another volume in the love stories of my life. It has not been an easy one to follow, for me, for him, or for any of our family or friends for that matter. In this book you’ll be given the chance to associate with an all too common "underdog" (yours truly). The girl who met who she thought was “the one”, but was placed by him into the “I do love you but I’m not ready to commit to you” category. Please follow me on my journey though the past year and a half of my life as I reflect upon trying to figure out what went wrong, what went right, what I learned about love and friendship through it all and where this particular love story might be headed.
Feeling Goo-ooo-oood!!
Although I'll never be one to complain about my life, as I am fully aware at how amazing it is. I am also the type of person who is always striving to be better. A better friend, a better sister, daughter, cousin, niece, granddaughter etc., better runner, better Sales Manager, better volunteer- that should give you a pretty clear picture of the things that are important to me in my life. I've been working on goals for the last year and over the course there have been many great accomplishments but there have also been some set backs, but lately for the past month- things have been going really well and I feel great about it. As Audrey Hepburn always said- "Happy Girls are the prettiest."
SURPRISE!!!
A Dwyer Family Vacation
I've been very lucky throughout my life to have been on some really amazing vacations with my family, and of course there are those that stick out more than others as favorites (particularly our two week stint to St. John in the US Virgin Islands...aaahhhhh). But this past weekend we went to Sedona as a family and had a great time. The only thing missing was my Dad, he wasn't feeling well so had to stay home (I don't think I've ever seen him this sick in my entire life). Although I was bummed not to have my Papa Bear there with us (since he does make up 50% of the Can-Do Crew). We managed to have fun without him. We went on a family (and by Family I mean the Dwyers and the Roeders) kayaking/wine tasting trip, yep that's right, leave it to us to incorporate drinking into anything- even a Kayak ride. We had great dinners, relaxed by the pool and just had some great family time. I love weekends like that because it reminds me how incredibly lucky I am to have such an amazing relationship with my family. I guess I've never known anything different so I don't have anything to compare it to, but it's just such a great feeling to have people that always love me and know that we have such a wonderful time with each other. Couldn't ask for anything more....
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