L….is for the way you look at me.

“Love was such a mixture of things, each love with it’s own flavor and spice.”

-The Revolution of Marina M.

-Janet Fitch

This post is about L.O.V.E….

LOVE BABY!

Famously and widely know as one of the most powerful forces and emotions on earth.

I am extremely grateful for the overwhelming abundance of love I have in my life.

Not just in my life presently, but have always had.

However, just like everyone else, love has proven to be a much broader spectrum than I could have ever imagined.

Just like Bubba  from the movie Forest Gump, we can list off all the types of love we can think of:

Friendship love

Lustful love

Selfish love

Unrequanted love

Motherly love

Loyal love

And the list could go on and on.

*Side note– I just realized you could turn this post into a drinking game of how many times I write the word love. I’m not the best writer, so I’m probably going to over use the hell out of it. 😂😂😂

Okay….any who…back on topic.

This post is going to be about a specific type of love.

Self love.

I believe that there is something meaningful to be gained from every human relationship we have, and have had.

That being said…

I’ve been married twice.

I’m twenty nine years old.

*Another side note- I was hoping for three by thirty….but I’ve only been dating my current boyfriend for three weeks….soooo….no dice. 😂

Ugh…I’m so sorry! I’m having a hard time writing this post. I keep getting distracted, my thoughts racing and jumping all over the place. I’ve been working on this post off and on for two days now….

I wonder why that is?

I normally just treat these posts like they were mild PG diary entries, or a place to just brain dump.

I guess this post is a true abstract representation of the subject matter itself.

Hard to pin point.

Just like this post love can be: messy, confusing, all over the place with ups and downs. Endearing and whimsical.

Enough rambling from my crazy ass. Haha

My point is this- both of those marriages lasted about 4 years each.

After each one had ended, I felt a deep depression and mourning for time lost. A horrible self hatred and shame for making such terrible mistakes.

How could I be so weak?

How could I just lose myself like that?

Why couldn’t I see the blatant red flags that we were so obviously not suited for each other?

How could I make the same mistake F@#*ing TWICE!!!!

Well, to anyone who has made it this far, through those marriages- I finally gained self love.

I have finally realized that there are no mistakes as long as you learn from them, and try to be a better person by them. If you do that….then they transform from mistakes to life lessons.

When I read that quote…I immediately thought of my two ex husbands, and then, myself.

“Each love with it’s own flavor and spice”

Because of those two goons I’m stronger, happier, and have gained my self worth.

I look forward to all my future relationships.

I look forward to growing as a person with the help and experiences of the people around me.

I hope to anyone who is reading this….that of all the different types of love out there…you have self love. ❤

Learn to look at yourself in the mirror the way your loved ones look at you.

*Final side note- This picture is of my dog Penelope cuddling up next to me while I’m reading. The picture may not encapsulate self love….but to me….it encapsulates love as a whole.

Thank you for reading.

Oh….what little I know.

“I knew so little about life.”

-The Revolution of Marina M.

-Janet Fitch

So simple.

So…. very …..simple… and yet so powerful of a statement.

I think I read that line ten times over before I could move onto the next one.

Sort of hitting me between the eyes.

Everytime I think I have some sort of footing, a basic understanding of what life means, or simply just what MY life means, I get knocked off my feet.

Oh…..and oh boy …..do I know I’m not the only one!!!

Never in my wildest dreams would I have ever imagined life to be so complex.

I’m not even middle aged yet!!!!

There is so much more of this rollercoaster I get to ride! Well….knock on wood! 🤣

So much I don’t know.

The thought of what else is out there for me and what more I will learn brings about a multitude of feelings.

A perfect storm of both overwhelming and simultaneous fear and excitement.

One emotion being stronger than the other only depending on what day it is and how I’m feeling.

This balance between fear and excitement is a life balance everyone is trying to attain, I feel.

I do not want fear to overpower my life.

I will not let fear overpower my life.

I will try my hardest to not let fear overpower my life. 😂

Life lessons I have learned, and yet, oh…what little I know.

I’ve decided I wanted to use a specific format for my blog posts.

1. Picture

2. Quote

3. Insert random thoughts and writing stuffs.

For this post I didnt know what picture to use. What kind of picture does one use for the menial understanding of life?! Hahaha

So….I went with me holding a frog.

I’m rarely symbolic.

However, it just seems appropriate, right?

A tiny fragile creature being held in the hands of a larger unknown force.

Also, on another note, catching frogs is one of my “happy bobbies”. A small simple calming pleasure I can have to be united with nature….to be united with life.

Enough of my babbling.

It’s so easy to just word vomit my brain out on this thing. 🤣🤣

Thank you for reading!

What are yalls daunting life lessons?

Let’s talk about what we’ve learned and what we do know.

A quote on the importance of slowing down

“A little change is a good thing, Marina,” she said. “But one needs tranquility to absorb it. Too much change and it’s just a hurricane. We don’t have time to make sense of it as we’re tumbling down the street.”

– The Revolution of Marina M

-Janet Fitch

These lines really resonated with me at this point of my life.

I hadn’t realized that I had made the habit of hopping from one whirlwind to the next. Over and over again. Never being content in the stillness. Always feeling an internal stir and anxiety.

My body had kind of forced me to stop.

HALT!

The experience of forced solitude was extremely uncomfortable at first.

Left with no distractions.

No drama

Just my thoughts.

I had to move back home so my parents could take care of me.

It’s been a year now.

A year has passed from my last hurricane.

A year of walking down the road of solitude and stillness.

I think now….I’m finally finding tranquility, and am making sense if my past.

It’s no longer haunting me. Just memories and building blocks of who I am now.

I hope to anyone out there who is drowning in the waves…..please….find your way to stillness.

Dont wait until its forced on you.

Try and find your peace now.

I highly doubt anyone reads this. 🤣

That is 100% okay. It’s more for me than anything else.

However, if anyone wants to share any thoughts on this. Dont hesitate! I’d love for you to share!