I have been blogging a lot lately and have written quite a bit that isn’t even posted here. Some things are private in a way that I don’t even begin to think about placing them for the world to see. I am going out on a limb here… never before have I written publicly about what I am about to. There is a time and place for everything. It is time for this. I am ready.
Sometimes in life we talk about things but don’t take action. It is when we put action behind our words that change really starts to emerge.
If someone were to ask me what I thought my life purpose was and I had any type of trust in them, I would tell them it is to educate on OCD in children. My purpose would be to end suffering early on in the process for at least one child. I was a child with OCD… who eventually became an adult with a disorder so out of control that it consumed me for many years.
After speaking of my life purpose recently… I had a friend ask me if I have ever thought of extending help to adult support groups and I said no. I then went on the explain that who I really want to help is children... since they can't help themselves. This all made sense at the time and I didn’t push my brain any further at that moment past this resistance I felt inside.
Something has clicked with me. I have been given a ah-ha moment. This isn’t something that has been on my brain since the conversation… at least not in a way that I have been aware… until now.
Where is the source of my resistance in helping adults? I have found my answers…
To do this I first need to acknowledge a fear. There is part of me that feels discomfort in the thought of placing myself in a situation where I will experience and be reminded clearly of the struggles I once faced every minute of every day… in someone who when I look at them could be me... now. The thought of helping children doesn’t bring this fear… because their lives don’t look like mine in a way where I have to face the starke reality that I could be in their exact place at that exact moment. I truly believe in the strength that I have found and know that I can handle it… and I say this with conviction. Acknowledging a fear is at times the hardest part….
I sometimes get frustrated when I think about adults who are in endless programs and take countless medications… in reality a lot of this frustration is with my own past. Until you hit the point of really being ready to conquer this disorder… every hand given… every opportunity offered… cannot even begin to penetrate the circles deeply etched in the mind. You need to want to help yourself to actually be successful in recovery and sustain a life free from what once crippled you. As in all support groups there are people who are there but not committed to the process… but there are also people there that want change. They want to be free from it. I need to remind myself that I sailed both of these ships years ago... not wanting change... and wanting it. I can't judge anyone for something I have done myself. As well as I can’t let the moments of failure I might experience in helping others stop me. Life isn’t about perfection… even in giving.
My brain then decided to take this one step further… and the light was incredible.
I have done more research on OCD than I can even begin to explain. I have read enough literature to have a firm belief that OCD is genetically passed down in many cases. With this said… many of the men and women in support groups and treatment for OCD either have children or will have them one day. In helping adults we can also help children indirectly but in a profound way… with parents living a healthy emotional life… setting good examples… and creating lives that contain joy. Suffering can be indirect and you don’t have to be suffering yourself to feel the pain of another. Not only can a child be given back a functional and healthy parent… but there is also the trickle effect in which parents will have the tools to help their children if this disorder were ever to be exhibited in them. I can't help but believe a parent who is living in chaos internally who can barely handle their own triggers… couldn’t possibly help a child handle and grasp theirs.
I searched for OCD support groups in Tallahassee and I am saddened at the disparity. I am ready to help change this. My life goal is still the same… but in my moment I have found more than one way to accomplish it.
I will end with saying... I once carried shame regarding this part of me... but no longer do. In the struggle through finding a way to live with part of myself that used to win the battle for my life... I have been given an amazing gift of possibly being able to help make another life worth living. How great is that? :o)
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Refreshing
So... this is going to be a quick one. There is another much more intense and wordy blog in process but this has been on my mind all night and morning. I need to get this out before it leaves me. I can promise this will be nothing but cryptic... and in reality... only I really need to get this one.
I received support today on a certain something from someone I am extremely close to... when I thought I was going to receive the exact opposite response. Let me clarify... it was what I read as support. My expectations regarding the reaction I thought I was going to eventually receive did not even come close to mirroring the truth. Whatever the reason... I am grateful. I am a tad curious if I took it the right way... but at the end of the day I am ok with not knowing. Whether it was out of respect that I can make the best decisions for me... out of pure agreement... or even something in between.... it was refreshing. I don't mind being challenged and shown a different perspective... but there are times that is not needed. It is times when someone is steadfast in what they know is right for them... that listening is what is needed most. My words were heard... and that was pretty much it. I received a response... but it was a response of pure understanding... that I am me. :o)
I received support today on a certain something from someone I am extremely close to... when I thought I was going to receive the exact opposite response. Let me clarify... it was what I read as support. My expectations regarding the reaction I thought I was going to eventually receive did not even come close to mirroring the truth. Whatever the reason... I am grateful. I am a tad curious if I took it the right way... but at the end of the day I am ok with not knowing. Whether it was out of respect that I can make the best decisions for me... out of pure agreement... or even something in between.... it was refreshing. I don't mind being challenged and shown a different perspective... but there are times that is not needed. It is times when someone is steadfast in what they know is right for them... that listening is what is needed most. My words were heard... and that was pretty much it. I received a response... but it was a response of pure understanding... that I am me. :o)
Monday, September 21, 2009
Push Past the Fear
"To live with the conscious knowledge of the shadow of uncertainty, with the knowledge that disaster or tragedy could strike at any time; to be afraid and to know and acknowledge your fear, and still to live creatively and with unstinting love; that is to live with grace." ~Peter Henry Abrahams
I found this quote and it really spoke to me. It yells to the endless boundaries of my heart how important it is to make each day count even with the fears that we each hold in our heart. It also reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend recently about death and my thoughts on it, which in turn spoke to the fear of the unknown.
I think about death and what is after this world on regular occasion. Not in a morbid way. It is in the attempt of grasping what happens when the last breath is taken, the last word is spoken, and when the last thing you see becomes the last memory you will ever have.
I think about my life as it is now, and what will no longer be when I am gone. It can be quite overwhelming to think about not having the conscious knowledge of myself, my surroundings, and the emotions that I feel on a daily basis. Our being is built of worldly things. Things we can see. Things we can touch. Experiences given that etch our hearts with memories that we never forget. What happens to those things when we are gone? What remains and what fades when we are no longer here?
I can’t imagine that our moments of struggle and greatness in life are in vain and simply have no meaning when we leave. Where my beliefs specifically lie regarding the thereafter I am still exploring...
When I delve into trying to put my brain around the whole idea of what comes next... it is a utterly overwhelming... instead of backing away from this feeling I push through and continue to try and find reason in it all. Imagining oneself no longer in the state of “being” is hard to do. Some would ask why I would want to.
I don’t do so out of a lack of appreciation for my present. I don’t do so because I particularly like the uncomfortable air I sit in when I entertain those thoughts. I think it is part of me that I have uncovered and have learned to use... and I now use it for more than its original intended purpose. I have shared a part of myself that consumed me years ago with a few people. In that struggle I learned to take hold of the part of myself that could walk into the darkness, push past the numerous walls of fear that I hit, keep blind faith that the darkness was temporary, and know that in the end I would find light and triumph.
I will continue to challenge the part of myself that initially wants to turn away from uncertainty and will continue to try to understand things that I don’t. I challenge anyone who thinks that some things are too scary to even think about. If nothing else, in pushing past this fear you have challenged yourself and become a stronger person in doing so. The answer may not come when we want it to or how we expect, but I believe that it will come. When the time is right...
I found this quote and it really spoke to me. It yells to the endless boundaries of my heart how important it is to make each day count even with the fears that we each hold in our heart. It also reminds me of a conversation I had with a friend recently about death and my thoughts on it, which in turn spoke to the fear of the unknown.
I think about death and what is after this world on regular occasion. Not in a morbid way. It is in the attempt of grasping what happens when the last breath is taken, the last word is spoken, and when the last thing you see becomes the last memory you will ever have.
I think about my life as it is now, and what will no longer be when I am gone. It can be quite overwhelming to think about not having the conscious knowledge of myself, my surroundings, and the emotions that I feel on a daily basis. Our being is built of worldly things. Things we can see. Things we can touch. Experiences given that etch our hearts with memories that we never forget. What happens to those things when we are gone? What remains and what fades when we are no longer here?
I can’t imagine that our moments of struggle and greatness in life are in vain and simply have no meaning when we leave. Where my beliefs specifically lie regarding the thereafter I am still exploring...
When I delve into trying to put my brain around the whole idea of what comes next... it is a utterly overwhelming... instead of backing away from this feeling I push through and continue to try and find reason in it all. Imagining oneself no longer in the state of “being” is hard to do. Some would ask why I would want to.
I don’t do so out of a lack of appreciation for my present. I don’t do so because I particularly like the uncomfortable air I sit in when I entertain those thoughts. I think it is part of me that I have uncovered and have learned to use... and I now use it for more than its original intended purpose. I have shared a part of myself that consumed me years ago with a few people. In that struggle I learned to take hold of the part of myself that could walk into the darkness, push past the numerous walls of fear that I hit, keep blind faith that the darkness was temporary, and know that in the end I would find light and triumph.
I will continue to challenge the part of myself that initially wants to turn away from uncertainty and will continue to try to understand things that I don’t. I challenge anyone who thinks that some things are too scary to even think about. If nothing else, in pushing past this fear you have challenged yourself and become a stronger person in doing so. The answer may not come when we want it to or how we expect, but I believe that it will come. When the time is right...
A bomb exploded and I need to give thanks...
I was sitting here and reading my last post. I wrote it last Monday, which happens to be the day that I hurt myself later that evening. A bomb exploded that day. I know who was there during and after the explosion, as well as who was not.
I constantly remind myself that “everything happens for a reason”. I have found a reason in my injury. I was forced to take a pause… and that is what I have done. A life “time out”. I have been given multiple gifts in what by others would be seen as a purely negative occurrence. I need to send lots of hugs and an endless thank you to the following people….
Mom… you have always been there and I know forever will. Thank you for looking past my grouchiness and shortness this last week. Even in my not so pleasant moments you have gone out of your way to help me… when you are hurting yourself. You have gotten the short end of the stick at times… and I appreciate you hanging in there with me. I know not being here is hard… but thank you for letting others help me and doing so with grace. Other people might have gotten bitter that someone else was trying to fill the “mom role” and you didn’t let that happen. No one can ever fill that role but you. Thank you for all that you have done and will do in the future… and this stretches far before and beyond my current situation. I am eternally grateful. 831200
My brother John… even though we haven’t talked a lot… I know you are there for me. Thank you for your silliness the other night. Even though I didn’t show it, it was making me smile. I love you.
Kimberly… thanks for stepping up and coordinating everything that you have and continue to. My procrastination cannot win this battle and you have kept things moving in a forward motion. Thank you for giving when I know you were tired beyond belief. Thank you for standing as my friend in this moment. Thank you for the hugs… they give me strength. Thank you for your words of faith… they have shown me so so much. Thank you for trying to find any way you can to make the next few weeks easy for me in every way possible.
Shannon… thank you for being you and the friend you are. I know even through our struggles in our own lives that if I had no one else you would be there without a doubt. Thank you for sitting next to me through all my screaming the other day and still holding on to my leg. :oD Thank you for understanding that I am tired. Please take care of yourself right now… I worry about you more than myself. My knee will be fixed… I just wish I could help fix what is broken for you. :::many many hugs and love:::
Jer… a smile just came to my face when I thought about my thanks to be given to you. First off… thank you for being my friend. Months ago I would have never imagined that I would trust you with some of the things that I do… but am so glad I can. When you came over the other night… I know that you would have helped me anyway that you could have… even if it caused a weird moment or two. Thank you for your smiles given and your friendship without limits. Sometimes great things come from something unfortunate happening… and I am so glad that this was one of them. Remember… we still need to go and see the Blue Man Group. ;o)
Jason... thank you for all that you have done to help me. You have stepped up when others would have let me fend for myself. You are becoming a great friend and I appreciate all that you have done... from Urgent Care... to cooking... to helping me get around... to even the occasional "how are you doing?". I have never had a roommate... but know that you represent what a great roommate and friend can be. Thank you so so so much....
Chris… my thanks to you stretches back to milkshake night about a month ago. It was that moment that I knew you would be there no matter what. Thanks for the positive words you give and the promise that you will be here if I need you in the future. You are one of my closest friends.
My new friend John… thank you for the encouraging words sent. Thank you for the great conversation and emails that have taken my brain off my leg for even a moment. Thank you what you have done to make this upcoming Saturday possible. You’re willing to take on the adventure of an outing with me even with the knowledge it might not be the easiest time. Thank you for what looks to be the start of a great friendship. :o)
Will... thank you for offering to help as you have. I know you would do whatever you can to help and that means so much in itself!
If I didn't write directly to you please don’t think I am ungrateful for you in my life or don’t appreciate you. I send thanks to you as well for all that you do to make my life what it is.
I constantly remind myself that “everything happens for a reason”. I have found a reason in my injury. I was forced to take a pause… and that is what I have done. A life “time out”. I have been given multiple gifts in what by others would be seen as a purely negative occurrence. I need to send lots of hugs and an endless thank you to the following people….
Mom… you have always been there and I know forever will. Thank you for looking past my grouchiness and shortness this last week. Even in my not so pleasant moments you have gone out of your way to help me… when you are hurting yourself. You have gotten the short end of the stick at times… and I appreciate you hanging in there with me. I know not being here is hard… but thank you for letting others help me and doing so with grace. Other people might have gotten bitter that someone else was trying to fill the “mom role” and you didn’t let that happen. No one can ever fill that role but you. Thank you for all that you have done and will do in the future… and this stretches far before and beyond my current situation. I am eternally grateful. 831200
My brother John… even though we haven’t talked a lot… I know you are there for me. Thank you for your silliness the other night. Even though I didn’t show it, it was making me smile. I love you.
Kimberly… thanks for stepping up and coordinating everything that you have and continue to. My procrastination cannot win this battle and you have kept things moving in a forward motion. Thank you for giving when I know you were tired beyond belief. Thank you for standing as my friend in this moment. Thank you for the hugs… they give me strength. Thank you for your words of faith… they have shown me so so much. Thank you for trying to find any way you can to make the next few weeks easy for me in every way possible.
Shannon… thank you for being you and the friend you are. I know even through our struggles in our own lives that if I had no one else you would be there without a doubt. Thank you for sitting next to me through all my screaming the other day and still holding on to my leg. :oD Thank you for understanding that I am tired. Please take care of yourself right now… I worry about you more than myself. My knee will be fixed… I just wish I could help fix what is broken for you. :::many many hugs and love:::
Jer… a smile just came to my face when I thought about my thanks to be given to you. First off… thank you for being my friend. Months ago I would have never imagined that I would trust you with some of the things that I do… but am so glad I can. When you came over the other night… I know that you would have helped me anyway that you could have… even if it caused a weird moment or two. Thank you for your smiles given and your friendship without limits. Sometimes great things come from something unfortunate happening… and I am so glad that this was one of them. Remember… we still need to go and see the Blue Man Group. ;o)
Jason... thank you for all that you have done to help me. You have stepped up when others would have let me fend for myself. You are becoming a great friend and I appreciate all that you have done... from Urgent Care... to cooking... to helping me get around... to even the occasional "how are you doing?". I have never had a roommate... but know that you represent what a great roommate and friend can be. Thank you so so so much....
Chris… my thanks to you stretches back to milkshake night about a month ago. It was that moment that I knew you would be there no matter what. Thanks for the positive words you give and the promise that you will be here if I need you in the future. You are one of my closest friends.
My new friend John… thank you for the encouraging words sent. Thank you for the great conversation and emails that have taken my brain off my leg for even a moment. Thank you what you have done to make this upcoming Saturday possible. You’re willing to take on the adventure of an outing with me even with the knowledge it might not be the easiest time. Thank you for what looks to be the start of a great friendship. :o)
Will... thank you for offering to help as you have. I know you would do whatever you can to help and that means so much in itself!
If I didn't write directly to you please don’t think I am ungrateful for you in my life or don’t appreciate you. I send thanks to you as well for all that you do to make my life what it is.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Someone please listen...
I don’t know what to say. I am supposed to be sitting here and figuring things out but I don’t want to. I don’t want to look in the mirror and see myself including everything I’ve done… not tonight. I want to go to sleep and forget about it all. I’m not depressed… just tired. Tomorrow I will be better… I hope. I will smile tomorrow… but today I can’t.
I am listening to the song below tonight. I ask myself… who do I know without a doubt would be here after my bombs explode? I also find it interesting… it mentions a “world of gray”… which makes me think even more. Take a read… it’s a great song.
If No One Will Listen ~ by Kelly Clarkson
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears
And so you fight to keep from pouring out
But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul
Do you think that there's enough you might drown
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
No one can take you where you alone must go
There's no telling what you will find there
And God, I know the fear that eats away at your bones
It's screaming every step, "just stay here"
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
If you find your fists are raw and red
From beating yourself down
If your legs have given out under the weight
If you find you've been settling for a world of gray
So you wouldn't have to face down your own hate
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
I am listening to the song below tonight. I ask myself… who do I know without a doubt would be here after my bombs explode? I also find it interesting… it mentions a “world of gray”… which makes me think even more. Take a read… it’s a great song.
If No One Will Listen ~ by Kelly Clarkson
Maybe no one told you there is strength in your tears
And so you fight to keep from pouring out
But what if you unlock the gate that keeps your secret soul
Do you think that there's enough you might drown
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
No one can take you where you alone must go
There's no telling what you will find there
And God, I know the fear that eats away at your bones
It's screaming every step, "just stay here"
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
If you find your fists are raw and red
From beating yourself down
If your legs have given out under the weight
If you find you've been settling for a world of gray
So you wouldn't have to face down your own hate
If no one will listen, if you decide to speak
If no one is left standing after the bombs explode
If no one wants to look at you for what you really are
I will be here still
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
"Don't Look Back"
A few months ago this would have been a great theme song... the lyrics would have echoed complete perfection in giving words to where I was and would have served as a great reminder of what I needed to do. I made it to the place I needed to in the end... but wish I had known about this song. Amazing...
"Don't Look Back" ~ by Wynonna
Time to walk away
You've run out of things to say
Everything ends up the same old story
You don't know where love went
But nothing's making sense
You both know you can't fake it anymore
Don't look back he'll see you cryin'
Don't look back on love that's dyin'
Make believe your heart is made of stone
Don't look back into his eyes
You've already said goodbye
It's over now; you've got to let him go
He's the one you love
But sometimes love is not enough
It's too complicated to explain
No you never will forget
But you'll get over it
Someday just sweet memories will remain
So don't look back; don't break your will
Don't look back at him until
You're far enough to let your feelings show
Don't look back into those eyes
You've gone back so many times
It's over now you've got to let him go
There's a time for everything including leavin'
There's a time the heart admits defeat
And starts its grieving
"Don't Look Back" ~ by Wynonna
Time to walk away
You've run out of things to say
Everything ends up the same old story
You don't know where love went
But nothing's making sense
You both know you can't fake it anymore
Don't look back he'll see you cryin'
Don't look back on love that's dyin'
Make believe your heart is made of stone
Don't look back into his eyes
You've already said goodbye
It's over now; you've got to let him go
He's the one you love
But sometimes love is not enough
It's too complicated to explain
No you never will forget
But you'll get over it
Someday just sweet memories will remain
So don't look back; don't break your will
Don't look back at him until
You're far enough to let your feelings show
Don't look back into those eyes
You've gone back so many times
It's over now you've got to let him go
There's a time for everything including leavin'
There's a time the heart admits defeat
And starts its grieving
Where is my gray?
I don’t know how to say what I want… but I am screaming it inside my head. It’s always too soon… and if not its way too late. Regret is something I say I don’t do… but I still carry plenty in my heart. Honesty is great in theory… but sucks when it isn’t all smiles. Apprehension only has the power that I give it… and I seem to give it all I have at times. Jumping in is a great feeling… but what if I drown. I want to be held… but not too tight. See me at my worst… and I still can’t promise my best. I don’t want to look back… but I find myself staring back at times. The future scares me… what if it never gets here. I hate black and white… and want to find the gray.
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
Perfection Wanted
Life knew I was on the cliff on my next blog in my upcoming series of “non-avoidance” issues and slammed this one down back in my face tonight. I guess there is something to deal with here. Deal is what I am about to do…
These words are directly for "Mr.You're perfect for me...except this one thing... after I started a relationship with you" and any other of your kind that come afterward…
No one is perfect. If you expect perfection… find the door… you are not welcome. I deserve someone who appreciates me for who I am… not who they want me to be. Another simple way to put it is... fuck you.
:::apologies around the table::: for the vulgarity
Wow… That was a lot shorter and easier than I thought. On to my next non-avoidance issue… hopefully they will all be this easy.
These words are directly for "Mr.You're perfect for me...except this one thing... after I started a relationship with you" and any other of your kind that come afterward…
No one is perfect. If you expect perfection… find the door… you are not welcome. I deserve someone who appreciates me for who I am… not who they want me to be. Another simple way to put it is... fuck you.
:::apologies around the table::: for the vulgarity
Wow… That was a lot shorter and easier than I thought. On to my next non-avoidance issue… hopefully they will all be this easy.
Monday, September 7, 2009
Avoidance... ends today
Right now I am very resistant to writing. I have avoided it like the plague. Each time I open Internet Explorer my blog comes up on one of the tabs, I entertain the thought of writing for a millisecond, and then find an absolutely fantastic reason not to.
I ask myself... why?
More than likely because I know I am honest with myself on here. I am probably more honest than I ever am otherwise. That can be scary. Honesty can reveal truth. Not all truth is pleasant. I have to remember it’s best to know the truth and I need to live by the words I say to others, “the truth is the truth… even if it’s not pretty… I still want to hear it”. This needs to apply to myself as well.
My life has been through so many changes since the end of March. I look back on the whirlwind that I went through and am so thankful that I am still here standing. The damage could have been worse. My close friends and family can attest to that. I wouldn’t say by any means did I do a fantastic job with it all, but I am here and I am ok. That is a great thing.
I have “documented” parts of where I have been the last 6 months, but have chosen not to acknowledge a lot of other ones on here. The thought of someone that I know coming across this site and seeing my deepest and innermost thoughts stops me at times. I am reminding myself today…
Life isn't always pretty… but sometimes it’s beautiful. Things aren’t always easy… but at times they are completely effortless. Life isn’t always fair… but at times you can receive gifts that seem completely unfair in the greatness they bestow upon you. Rain or shine…. in the end what you read here is my life… and it is me.
If you are reading this site and are not one of people that I have directly given the link to… please be understanding when you read my words and if you decide to comment…. please remember that you don’t have to understand or agree… but please respect my right to write what I do.
If you are reading this and are one of the few people that I have invited to share this with me… thank you for reading. I know if you have something to say… the right intentions will be behind it… and that is one of the reasons I trust you.
The next few posts are going to be interesting… taking a deep breath in…
I ask myself... why?
More than likely because I know I am honest with myself on here. I am probably more honest than I ever am otherwise. That can be scary. Honesty can reveal truth. Not all truth is pleasant. I have to remember it’s best to know the truth and I need to live by the words I say to others, “the truth is the truth… even if it’s not pretty… I still want to hear it”. This needs to apply to myself as well.
My life has been through so many changes since the end of March. I look back on the whirlwind that I went through and am so thankful that I am still here standing. The damage could have been worse. My close friends and family can attest to that. I wouldn’t say by any means did I do a fantastic job with it all, but I am here and I am ok. That is a great thing.
I have “documented” parts of where I have been the last 6 months, but have chosen not to acknowledge a lot of other ones on here. The thought of someone that I know coming across this site and seeing my deepest and innermost thoughts stops me at times. I am reminding myself today…
Life isn't always pretty… but sometimes it’s beautiful. Things aren’t always easy… but at times they are completely effortless. Life isn’t always fair… but at times you can receive gifts that seem completely unfair in the greatness they bestow upon you. Rain or shine…. in the end what you read here is my life… and it is me.
If you are reading this site and are not one of people that I have directly given the link to… please be understanding when you read my words and if you decide to comment…. please remember that you don’t have to understand or agree… but please respect my right to write what I do.
If you are reading this and are one of the few people that I have invited to share this with me… thank you for reading. I know if you have something to say… the right intentions will be behind it… and that is one of the reasons I trust you.
The next few posts are going to be interesting… taking a deep breath in…
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
Serendipity
So.... by no means am I jumping to get married... I need to find the guy first. ;o) What I do know though is.... in Goggling one of my favorite words "serendipity" a ring site came up which just happens to have a ring with that design name. Absolutely breathtaking... this is now my dream ring. Not only because it's an amazing ring... but it also has a amazing name. For those of you who didn't know....
ser·en·dip·i·ty (sěr'ən-dĭp'ĭ-tē)
n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
1.The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
ser·en·dip·i·ty (sěr'ən-dĭp'ĭ-tē)
n. pl. ser·en·dip·i·ties
1.The faculty of making fortunate discoveries by accident.
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