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![]() Who Am I? Just a woman falling madly, deeply, truly in love with life. A poet/writer having a wild affair with words. A person whose mission is to live from a place of joy, embracing all that's beautifully human about myself, and moving deeper into the EVOLUTION & the REVOLUTION of me. Still curious? Click the link....
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![]() ![]() It really is the little things that matter most. In so many ways. In all relationships - romantic, career, school, etc. Do you know what gets me about the “little things”? How come what *seems* like a “little thing” to me (or to someone else) becomes a “MAJOR thing” for others? I guess it’s the amount of effort required. Maybe it comes at too high a “price” for that person. Must be. All I know is this: LITTLE THINGS MATTER. If enough “LITTLE THINGS” are ignored, they band together and become “BIG THINGS”. And generally they become big UGLY things. Someone is having a “Little-converted-to-big-thing” moment right now and it is NOT pretty by any stretch of the imagination. I can’t feign sympathy. I can’t. I know myself well enough to know when I’m being clear…and to know that, when I’m NOT being clear, it’s by design. In this case, I was clear. CRYSTAL. Constantly. Your failure to “hear” me is what’s causing you grief now. Don’t expect a sympathy card from me. As the song refrain goes, “Ya brought it on ya self. Ya brought it on ya self.” Tend to the little things. That would be my advice. Tomorrow is my last day on this contract assignment. As is my nature in a lot of cases, I gave in to a few moments of “am I making the right choice?”, “what if I’m wrong?”. Just a few moments. And then, confirmation showed up, in multiples, back to back. I love the feel of peace against my soul. My mind. Better than silk or cashmere Baby. Trust and believe. Immersing myself in the “little things”,
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