Late that night we were both still thinking about the events as they unfolded. He suggested a drive back to the water to bring some closure. As we stood in the water I felt so thankful to have been wi...
The moment I felt my life return was when I took a breath and said to him, "No thank you. Were I as perfect as you are demanding, life would be rather boring.
Life became more aligned when I started taking some of the advice I'd been dishing out to my friends.
Don't forget to pause and nourish yourself a bit along the way. When you're born to help others sometimes you forget to help yourself.
Don't beg a man to keep you. If he isn't sure you are the right one make the decision for yourself. You deserve better than maybe.
People may say no one ever died of a broken heart, but when you're suffering from one, it sure doesn't feel that way--at least initially.
I'm amazed how my soul is served the messages I need to be fed at exactly the time I'm in need. When I'm open.
The truth, for me, is I do accept everyone. I believe people are going to be who they are going to be. Moreover, I strongly disagree that it is my place in life to judge who they are. Or to attempt to...
As I was standing in my kitchen cooking yesterday, a quiet task that causes my mind to begin reminiscing (similar to washing dishes, cleaning the bathrooms and mowing), I reached for the kitchen sciss...
And my heart is breakingMy heart is lying on the floor in a pool of tearsI keep asking the same questions only to have them unanswered
I call my it "the Book of Paula" or BoP for short. Those are my own opinions, based on experience.
I may not always like at times, but life is a beautiful blend of joy, tragedy and dreams. If not for one, I could not have the other.
I don't know the perfect thing to say when a person is hurting but I do know the last thing they want to hear are reasons they shouldn't be hurting.
Hurting the person who hurt you won't heal your pain. Let them go. Karma will deal with them you don't have to write the script for the universe.
The burden of my anxiety is not my child's.
When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own.
I had to ask myself why I'm continuing to engage in behavior I knew hurt. What was my payoff? Did it confirm my belief I was not enough? Did I think I needed to suffer? Did I think I could save him? W...
You can't sweep something broken into a bag and call it whole. It takes repair.
All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.