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Safe by JSACKMOM (BLW Contributor)

*Image found on Facebook. this represents the passage of time. *

My favourite place at the end of my day is in my husband’s arms. He makes me feel safe, loved, and cherished. We’ve been together a long time it’s hard for me to imagine life before him. There was a time when I didn’t feel safe to give my heart to anyone. I had countless boyfriends cheat on me and still want a relationship with me. That’s not how I operate its loyalty, monogamy, or nothing. I had a very verbally abusive ex who I began to not feel safe with. At first when we were dating everything was great, than that nagging feeling in the back of my thoughts will plague me. As the relationship progressed I thought I could change things when I he became sullen and moody. I wouldn’t talk when he wanted quiet, I wouldn’t talk to anyone when he wanted me by his side. We had one class together in high school and I was intrigued by him. He was a two  years older than me and I wasn’t shy and made friends easily. He liked what he saw in me so we began dating. At first it was new, fun, and exciting then like everything in life the bloom was fading from the rose. He started to show his true colors through his jealousy. I thought that I could change him by changing myself. This became a pattern of my obsession to improve myself. Better hair, makeup, clothes, and becoming fitter. I began to not recognize that person in the mirror as I slept less, ate more, and worked out religiously. In his kind moments that were fleeting, he’d tell me I looked so good I was good enough to eat. I didn’t really know what to think of that, I was 16 years old and never thought of myself as I prey before… It was really bizarre I remember one time hanging out with him and we were in his car. He was kissing and cuddling and watching the luminescent moon over the water. It was beautiful and romantic but it escalated quickly to tugging, pulling, and pinning me down. He wanted much more than I was willing to give. I of course said no loud and clear and he continued to press me further. I felt cornered and I came out fighting and punched him in the face and got out of the car. I started to run but he had my leg and my shoe came off in his hand. It was dark, scary, rocky, and I felt very unsafe. I didn’t know where I was as this was the first time I had been to this area.  I managed to climb up on some rocks while he tried to talk me down. I could smell him and see his thick, shrouded, aura emanating from him as he walked away. He got in his car and he left, roared out of there while I was huddled up on a rock in a skirt and sandals. I stayed up there and prayed for some resolution. These were the days before everyone had cell phones to capture their every move. I knew I couldn’t spend the night there and I was going to be in a lot of trouble because it was way past my curfew. I started to climb down and make my way across the rocks to the road. My feet were so sore and I had developed a blister. I was so scared and longed for the safety of my home and my bed. I trudged on and tried to shield myself from the icy cold wind blowing off the water. All I had to cover myself was my jean jacket. I was dressed to attend a dance which I did that my boyfriend was working at. I continued walking along the road praying that someone safe would find me. Suddenly there was bright lights heading towards me and I continued walking, then the car drove past me and I could hear tires squealing as it headed towards me. I ran as fast as I could and I heard music blaring then dead silence. I wasn’t safe but I knew I needed help. Then I heard my name being called it was my boyfriends friend and he told me he was looking all over for me. He was told I had a bitch fit and ran away. He drove me back home and I talked less and listened more. I felt relieved to be able to escape that debacle. I knew my ex was moody, was used to getting his own way, and every intuitive thought screamed at me to run not walk, away from him. As soon as I arrived home and thanked my ride for rescuing me I sat down and took a hard look at my life. I wrote down five things that I wanted for myself. 

  • 1. I wanted to feel safe. 
  • 2. I wanted to be with someone who loved, respected, and cared about my well being. 
  • 3. I wanted to feel comfortable in my own skin. 
  • 4. I needed to take care of myself mentally, emotionally, and physically. 
  • 5. I would never try to change a person again, and pay more attention to my empathic feelings. 

I took this list and then wrote a letter goodbye. I read it to my ex and we parted ways. There was apologies and attempts to win me over with charm and gifts. I looked at the list I had made and stuck to my guns, and didn’t give in. Fast forward twenty-five years in time and I’ve met, fallen in love, and created a life with a wonderful man who is on my list. He’s my soft, safe, place to fall when my world is scary. He loves, respects, and cares about my well being as well as our children. My husband makes me feel comfortable in my skin by showing me he’s comfortable in his. He gives me outlets to take care of myself mentally, emotionally, and physically. And when I’m not he makes sure I get more sleep, flowers, chocolate, dessert, and movie nights for just the two of us. I never try to change him, I just love him for who he is. Sure there are times I wish he’d fold some laundry, but that’s  minor in the long term view of our relationship. He helps me be a better, woman, wife, Mom, and friend. And knowing that he loves all of me, even the scary parts of my personality is a gift. I feel safe in knowing I’m loved and safe with him. 💗

This has been my submission to http://www.morethancheeseandbeer.com Sunday confessions. Which I know it’s Thursday now. I wrote and saved it but couldn’t find it till now. Please check out the anonymous confession on Ash’s Facebook page and all the other talent that link up. Thank you.💕 

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What’s eating Ryan Fu? – Why are we here?

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I just finished watching Angeline Jolie’s movie Unbroken about Louis “Louie” Zamperini who was always in trouble, but with the help of his older brother, he turns his life around and channels his energy into running, later qualifying for the 1936 Olympics. When World War II breaks out, Louie enlists in the military. After his plane crashes in the Pacific, he survives an incredible 47 days adrift in a raft, until his capture by the Japanese navy. Sent to a POW camp, Louie becomes the favorite target of a particularly cruel prison commander.

His whole story is about surviving the elements and torture camps. He never knew why he his life was spared but he continued to fight on even though his future looked bleak throughout the movie.

As he eloquently put it, “if I could take it, I can make it.”

Spoiler Alert – He survives dedicating his life to religion and being an inspiration to other people.

This brings me to the question:

Why are here? What are we meant to do with our lives?

I mean you’ve probably asked these questions before to yourself but it fucking bugs me when I see my friends and co workers that do not want to do anything with their lives because they are too scared or they don’t believe in themselves.

We were not meant to live dull normal lives. We all have the potential to live extraordinary lives with purpose.

So, I’ll ask it again,

Why are you here?

I’m here to tell stories…

A Champion’s Philosophy – I’m ready to Fail to Succeed (Michael Jordan)

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All good things come to an end by My Random Musings (BLW Contributor)

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Nothing says welcome to reality than a jarring alarm at 6 o’clock or my barely open eyes trying to remember where I am.  After having spent 2 weeks in different hotels, I had forgotten what it felt like to sleep in my bed.

Vacations are great, well besides the insufficient leg room, bad airline food, crying babies, flight delays and the long lines. Apart from all that, vacations are great. Time to recharge your batteries, explore new places, meet new people, try different things and leave your everyday troubles behind.

But now my vacation is over and its back to the real world. I never thought I would say this, but it feels great to be back in the swing of things. Being greeted by piles of snow on the sidewalk, 30 degree temperature, the Immigration officer saying, welcome home, yes I am home. Now its time to grab my bags and get into my car and make that 3 hour drive to my home.

As mundane and monotonous as work could be sometimes, I am looking forward to going back and catching up with everyone, running my familiar sidewalk again and most importantly back to my favorite coffee shop and the people watching and having a chance to share my adventure and experience  with my friends.

It is not to say that I did not enjoy my time away, but there is something about the comfort of my bed and cooking again in my kitchen that makes me happy. No doubt I will be ready for another vacation in a few months, but for now, my batteries are recharged and I feel ready to take on the world.

I feel so ready to take on the world that I signed up for my first half marathon for this year which will happen in a week. I barely ran while I was away.  2 weeks of traveling and 4 countries to visit and explore, leaves very little time for running.

However, I figured the best way to get back into it and motivate myself was to put on jeans that were snug and realize vacation is now over and I need that running to get back into shape.

My bags still lay unpacked.  But I put on my running shoes and head off for a 10 mile run. The more I pound the sidewalk, I realize that even short breaks from it make it hard to get into my usual pace and rhythm. But that is not going to stop me, the familiar haunts, the smell of food wafting from the restaurants that I run past, makes me smile that I am in my comfort zone.

As much as I enjoyed the new experience of new countries, I missed the familiarity of the known, the alone time running with my thoughts and letting my mind wander fleetingly from one thing to another.

I keep running thinking about the people I met, some will be lifetime friends and others just a chance encounter in a country, but no matter what, they played their part in my adventure, which I will probably not forget.

But now that is behind me, there is a half marathon looming over my head and I need to keep going no matter how hard it is. I want to turn around at mile 7, but I need to run 10 miles to make sure I am ready to run 13.1 miles next week.

One of my favorite songs comes on and I keep going, lost once again my thoughts.

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What’s Eating Ryan Fu? – Your job sucks and you’re not passionate about it

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I was just ready to get to bed when I got super depressed that I had to go to work in the morning in which I’m not interested in doing anymore but I have to do it. I’m basically just doing it for a paycheck. I behave like a machine just going through the motions in the day. I know what you are thinking, why don’t you just get another job? But I don’t think another shitty job will replace an already shitty job.

I’m trying my hardest to do what I love to do but I’m not getting paid to live off on it yet.

Is this life?

Fuck this boulder!