When you are happy, they wonder why! When you are aching, they don’t feel your pain! When you cry, they might hand you a tissue! When you are lost, they avoid getting lost with you! Not to worry, they are your friends & Friends are indispensable!
I always say, pick yourself up quickly, people have their own problems; careful how much to unload on others; and beware of becoming the black aura floating around…
No matter how much they care, you must pick yourself up, alone, because your success comes through you! #MOI, as for friendship, not everyone understands friendship… I break it to FRY-END-SHIP before I connect it!
Possible answers: A: I gave up B: Not worth my time C: Negative influence D: Draining my energy E: It is time I put my best interest first
In any ship like friendship, relationship, companionship, & other ships you may find, remember not to accept OWNERSHIP!
I recommend establishing individual-ship interests and then moving to build ships with others while considering mental and physical health.
#MOI Although you can steer your ship alone, it’s nice to have someone join the journey! TODAY’S LESSON: YOU MAY GIVE UP ON EVERYONE IN THE WORLD, BUT DO NOT GIVE UP ON YOUR LIFE AND YOURSELF
When life strikes us hard at times, we start sinking; we derail from the right path and hide, we shy away, and we tend to miss the opportunities passing by us; we fear embarking on new waves.
I believe that what matters in life is our reaction to incidents and how many tears we allow to drop…
I believe we dread the new waves because of the depth of the wound and who gave us that wound, be it physical or emotional. We start lacking self-confidence…
#MOI I believe the solution starts with us… What do you think?
“Sometimes you look at a picture, it brings a load of memories… & other times you stare at emptiness, and it brings back a thousand pictures… I always wondered about the mind, its system to preserve memories, and how it performs; is it a haunt or a stunt… especially when a blast from the past flashes at a non-appropriate time!”
Where is My Angel? Check the biography and remember that pictures are not as perfect as they seem…
Life’s Detours: Alexandra’s Choices; a fiction or actual event. A book that resulted in the question: Is it a fiction or factual event? Well, I leave it up to you to decide and tell me. Do those people exist in your life? I invite you to read the story, meet the characters, embark on Alexandra’s journey, and be the judge!
Alexandra, the main character, is a dreamer, deceived by her parents, her first love Alex, and her journey through life when faced with pregnancy.
Lady symbolizes the good people that come into our lives and decide to pay it forward.
Georgia and Angela, the friends with different characters and stories that crossed paths with Alexandra. Each with her diverse background and drama.
Andrew is the best friend with his own story and life choices.
Robert is the gentleman and the dream man of all women; could he restore trust in Alexandra’s life?
But what happened with Alexandra’s unborn baby?
As one of the readers said: This is an absolute page-turner! Eloquently written. Great story and message. A must-read! #MOI Hope to read your review.
As planned by the medical team, she was born on schedule, at the crack of dawn, and brought a burst of new sunshine to my life. She joined her family, the one long waiting for her. The anxiety I was living disappeared the second I held her in my arms; my joy was unexplainable the minute her sister Vanessa woke up in the hospital, left her portable crib, and came running wobbling in her yellow footed pajama, jumped on the hospital bed, put her tiny little hand on the cheeks of the baby, kissed her on the nose, and asked to carry her… and from there on, it was the three of us!
Too many details, but it is was a picture I cannot forget; it was a picture drawn for life in a moment, showing how the future will be.
Her name was chosen, came with her, and was sent with her; she was my gift from God and the answer to my prayers; she was a TIFFANY, and that was the meaning of her name.
Being a mom has been my dream since I ever remember, and having a family was my goal. As I said yesterday, it was one item crossed completed on my life bucket list.
Tuesday, January 24, 2023, happened the matching day of the week of her birth in 1995; I am sitting here thinking about every mother’s concern: what will it be? Life is a package of surprises, some we like, some we dislike, but one thing we cannot deny is the amount of love a woman discovers in herself once she becomes a mother. All I can say, you never know how protective you become until you have to protect your child… & you never know how much love you have until you have your own child to love!
#MOI Happy day, it is for me, proud mommy, and happy birthday to my grown lady! Dear Tiffany, here are my 28 wishes for you on your 28th birthday: Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream, Live, Love, Laugh, Dream… God bless you with health and happiness!
“Don’t look back as you read; there is a past behind you… Don’t look back as you read; it will drain you into emotions. Don’t look back as you read; it will waste your time in justifications. Don’t look back as you read; it will hold you in the past phase. Don’t look back as you read; it will resist your improvement. Don’t look back as you are reading; there is a past behind you… unless you want to look the past in the eye and say: I cannot reset time and change you, but I sure can make the future I dream of!”
#MOI Fate came with her birth, but she knew that destiny was in her own hands!
“Indeed, the diary answered by saying… They can destroy words but never erase the story that made me the person I am today, the rest will be written on invisible pages, and destiny shall reveal the truth one day!
Can diaries talk? Well, mine did. My diary was my confidante while admitting I could not say things as they were. The names were different; the incidents were twisted in a way for me to remember, but I had to protect myself; It was fear, anxiety, and continuous pressure; it was my life.
Yes, diaries can talk; mine advised what to write and reminded me that I was not alone while, in fact, I was. My diary did embrace my tears, my fear, and my thoughts. I recall, at times, while writing, my hand shaking; and my heart pounding, but the words were recorded anyway. My diary was the strong me, the me that was guiding my fearful self. No, I do not have a double personality, but I had to live many to survive.
& today, while going through the pages of my biography WHERE IS MY ANGEL?, my heart broke for that child, the child I could not help. I wanted to apologize to my diary, although I did apologize in the book; it’s the child in me that I am apologizing for, the one I could not protect!”
#MOI when memories flash back to the surface, they do so to remind us of the past that made us! I am the author, and as I always say…
it’s life, not a book; it’s a woman, not characters; it’s reality & not a story!
