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SPF — Thu, 29 Dec 2011 13:13:25 +0000

Blogging into the New Year

SPF — Wed, 28 Dec 2011 13:05:18 +0000

It’s been nearly an entire year since I last blogged. What the hell happened to me? I know what it was: I’ve been apathetic as of late. Definitely not living my life on purpose — which is so not like me.

So where do I begin?

Release the old:

2011 was a mire of recreating my authentic self (although, it lacked any sense of grace), utter grief, many laughs, some adventures, discovering those who have my back (armed with garbage bags and shovels), and those whose interests are borne purely of their own selves (these, I will gladly release).

Embrace the new:

We will open the book. Its pages are blank. We are going to put words on them ourselves. The book is called Opportunity and its first chapter is New Year’s Day. ~ G.K. Chesterton

I am a hopeless romantic (as someone recently pointed out), and I will embrace the possibility that I will find my Prince who will love only me. I have to have faith that I will be someone’s priority, rather than just an option.

Let fall Showers of Love
and Romance Bloom,
A Romantic Year Ahead.

~ Edith Lovejoy Pierce

I will spend less than one hour a day on the Internet. This, of course, will be difficult to estimate since I am not a clock watcher.
Fix this damn blog, which of course, will require more than the one-hour limit set above.
I resolve to work with neglected children — my own.
I will try to drive closer to the speed limit (Hey! There is intent there).
I will never again take a sleeping pill and a laxative on the same night.
I will drink more water so as not to need said laxative.
Most importantly, I will honor each day that is given to me

I will live my life with purpose.

I’m a Bitch, Are You?

SPF — Mon, 07 Feb 2011 02:47:12 +0000

When I stand up for myself and my beliefs, they call me a bitch.
When I stand up for those I love, they call me a bitch.
When I speak my mind, think my own thoughts, or do things my own way, they call me a bitch.

Being a bitch entails raising my children to be strong people who have a solid sense of personal and social responsibility, who are not afraid to stand up for what they believe in and who love and respect themselves for the beautiful beings they are.

Being a bitch means that I am free to be the wonderful creature that I am, with all my own intricacies, contradictions, quirks and beauty.

Being a bitch means I won’t compromise what’s in my heart. It means I live my life MY way. It means I won’t allow anyone to step on me. When I refuse to tolerate injustice and speak up against it, I am defined as a bitch.

The same thing happens when I take time for myself instead of being everyone’s maid, or when I act a little selfish. I am proud to be a bitch! It means I have the courage & strength to allow myself to be who I truly am and won’t become anyone else’s idea of what they think I “should” be.

I am outspoken, opinionated, and determined. By God, I want what I want, and there is nothing wrong with that!

So, try to stomp on me, try to douse my inner flame, try to squash every ounce of beauty I hold within me. You won’t succeed. And, if that makes me a bitch, so be it. I embrace the title and am proud to bear it.