Follow Your Bliss

When I was younger I always thought I would be a little more brave about "certain" things as i grew older, but it seems it has turned out quiet the opposite. Sometimes it seems like life would be so much easier with JUST being selfish and worrying about me. No one could ever hurt me if i didn't let them in, and for some weird reason I rather be lonely then have all the problems that could occur - again. Actually, I shouldn't call it "lonely" because I'll always have my friends and family. Besides, just because a person doesn't have a significant other doesn't mean their doomed to be sad or feel emptiness. There's something about being in the moment of " single- ism " LOL that has brought me true happiness. To be honest, its when I'm single i truly fulfill my happiest moments!? Crazy. Maybe its because the only person who can give me full attention is myself. Its interesting because when i think about being in a relatio

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Love + Lies = Enough to make the wise man mad, And the most clear-sighted blind;

I tell myself, “A heart is never broken; It can only stop beating.” ...No question nor tear can change what has already been written, so why ask “why?” Why ask “what?”

MY STORY: THE MOVE TO L.A. Current mood: determined Category: Life Just so you know a little more about me, I wanted to write a short version of my move to L.A…. I met up with a friend for tea today and we got to talking and she asked me about my move to L.A., so I began to tell her my story – my story that I totally forgot about!! Lol However, it got me to thinking about the year I moved here and how I felt – how hard it was knowing NO ONE, having NO money, NO place to live, and all the while being heartbroken because I was dumped by my (then) boyfriend. Lol… I moved to L.A in the summer of 2005. When I moved here I didn’t have a home. (Originally I am from the Merced/Modesto area here in California.) I was offered a go-go gig every weekend at a club downtown Long Beach. At the time

Too many broken hearts; Too many questions unanswered and too much self-doubt. I think we have ALL asked ourselves, "why" and "what" - Pondering on how we did everything they wanted and yet we were still betrayed. Knowing we did all the right things (or at least we think we did) to only be done wrong. However, maybe that is where the problem begins? Vaulnerable to love; Allowing yourself to be stripped of your identity to make someone else happy, will leave you weak in every way. Although we are accused for being crazy and making false accusations, the heart never lies and God doesn't give us "signs" for nothing. No question nor tear can change what has already been written, so why ask "why?" Why ask "what?" But, what if you put ALL that time and energy into your dreams, your hobbies? If you were that good to him/her, why can't you be that good to YOU? I mean, isn't it possible that you could love– YOU? I choose to make ME m

For the singer who loves to sing but can’t because they lost their voice… For the pitcher who loves to pitch in the game but can’t because he tore his rotator cuff… For the runner who loves to run but can’t because they sprained their ankle… …I guess taking a break when things get bad is needed to help us heel, makes us better. Denying the pain just makes things worse. So, maybe a good way to look at it is that stepping back from what you don’t want to step away from, is the best way to take a step forward.