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Changing the world, one small thought at a time…

Hello everyone!
It’s been so long that I’ve been on WordPress that I’m not even sure if I know how it works anymore. It’s strange when you have a blog that you have to maintain. You see, every day I think about things that I could write about and I actually create these amazing articles in my head, only to give it up once I have a spare minute because I am too tired, or probably just too lazy.
There is a question that pops up in my mind often:
Do people still read blogs?
There are so many blogs out there, with so many different topics. While I enjoy reading and I really like to learn new stuff I find that my time is so limited that I tend to speed read when I’m on a blog. It’s not fair for bloggers that put so much hard work into their articles, but if I do it, do others do it as well? I guess it doesn’t matter because in the end writing, for me, is more like a therapy session. Sure, I could write a journal, but for some reason it doesn’t make the same ”ahhh” effect (maybe I do need a bit of attention πŸ˜€ ).
After a lot of thinking, the topic of the day will be: Why do women change their last name after marriage. And, should they?
The more years pass, the more I realize that I am becoming more…feminist…I write it like this because I am not sure if I am a feminist but what I do know is that there are many, many things that happen in our society and in the world, towards women, that really bother me. And this thing with the name changing came in my news feed (on Facebook yes! πŸ˜€ )so many times this week. I know, most probably because I responded at one article, Facebook decided to show me more of this, just to see when exactly will I explode πŸ™‚ . The thing is that I’ve seen so many comments from women my age and even younger that defend this name changing after marriage like there is no tomorrow. The comment that bothered me the most was something like: changing your last name after your husband makes you a family!
I’m there reading all these ridiculous comments and yet this one sentence made me so mad. Really! A last name makes you a family? A man last name makes you a family? As in, you don’t need love, respect, care for each other…if you have his last name you are a family! So much garbage!!! So of course, I could not help myself and I made a comment about how not a man last name makes the family but love does. And I also wrote that I would never take my husband’s last name and that my kids have both our names, especially because having kids made me suffer (physical pain) and I think that it’s not fair that our kids be recognized as his kids only. One girl decides to tell me how she has more important problems to deal with in life so changing her last name is not such a big deal. Well, it is a big deal! It is a huge deal!!! Because why do women have to give up things all the time for others? Why do us have to change our names? Why can’t they change it? So, just to make it clear, there where men that were saying they changed their names and it’s ok with them. But then there were others that were saying that if a woman doesn’t want to change her name, or even worse πŸ™‚ he has to change his, that means that he is not a real man.

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Four (4) things that I learned after my thirties … that changed my life

Being an adult is not always easy. I don’t know about you but when I reached my adulthood I was so lost and I had no idea where to turn or what to do with my life. Apparently we are supposed to be prepared somehow, probably by our parents, for what it is to come after we turn 18 years old. We should know by then what we want to do in life, which path to follow and most importantly we should have an idea of who we are.

I didn’t. None of the above. I was as lost as I could be. I am not blaming my parents for it. Maybe they didn’t know how to help me or maybe they just didn’t know they have to. Maybe they were too busy following a path of their own. I don’t know. Maybe I should blame them. But I don’t. What I did instead it was just moving along in life-like I had an idea of what I was doing. I was simply living because I didn’t know what else to do. I thought I wanted to go to university and be a psychologist but I didn’t go. Instead I went and study something that I hated and was really bad at it but guess what…I never finished my studies. Later, in my thirties, I went back to school and I have a diploma now, but it’s not like I feel more fulfilled because of it.

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We are judges of our own lives only…

Sometimes I get caught in the society circle and I forget that judging others is not my job. It’s funny how people think they are superior. It’s funny how people just look at someone and they instantly think they know everything about that someone.

I like to think that I’m not judgy, I accept who I am and do my best to accept others even if their values and way of being are different than mine.

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Why reading is important…πŸ’•πŸ“–

Hello all! πŸ˜ŠπŸ€—

Today is Saturday and normally this means more time for reading. I say “normally” because in my weekend life if I want to read I literally have to close myself in the bedroom and tell everybody in my house not to open that door unless the house is on fire. 😏 They never listen though, so the door is opened and closed until I give up my reading time and spend some quality time with them…aka Netflix.

I believe that all humans have a specific thing that they must do to relax. If someone says they don’t, it’s very possible that they did not discover it yet. My thing to do when I want to relax is reading. There is a magical moment that happens when I open a book. It’s like I’m being automatically transported in the imaginary world of the book. I can’t help it, it happens to me every time I read. Sometimes, when life becomes very hard to handle, escaping the reality for a few hours is quite comforting. I feel like I come back with new forces, ready to fight whether demon decided to enter my world. This is what reading does to me. So no, when people in my house decide to disturb my reading time, I’m not very happy about it. πŸ§πŸ™πŸ˜ Continue reading “Why reading is important…πŸ’•πŸ“–”

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Kindred Spirit…write a letter to free your soul…πŸ’•

Hello there,

As I’m lying in my bed thinking about how my life turned out to be so different than what I thought it would, I’m thinking about love and how it feels to feel loved. I forgot about this feeling. I can’t remember those butterflies and those feelings when my heart skips a beat or the anticipation of seeing the loved one.

While I’m contemplating about everything and nothing at all I remembered about the Kindred Spirit mail box. πŸ’• This is a mail box in North Carolina, placed on a beach full with letters of any kind. The box doesn’t belong to anyone in particular and there is no mailman that comes to pick up the mail. You go and either read the letters or write a letter of your own and leave it there. I wish I could go and visit, it sounds so romantic and so deep and inspiring.

I did find however a Kindred Spirit mail box online. πŸ˜ŠπŸ€— I found it by browsing Nicholas Spark’s website and it’s full with amazing letters. Some are so emotional that made me cry like a baby. Others are so full of hope and love. But what really amazed me is to read so many letters for the “first love”. There are so many people out there still thinking to that first pure love and still thinking to the “what if…” It breaks my heart to think that so many people remained all their life with this regret.

If you want to read the letters or write a letter of your own here is where to go: Kindred Spirit Online . You can be anonymous so feel free to put down all emotions that you feel like are holding you down.

Thanks for reading! I hope you live a life full of love…

CB. πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

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#bookreview … Every Breath by Nicholas Sparks

Every Breath

Every Breath by Nicholas Sparks

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I finished this book this morning and I feel that I need some time to recover.

While at the beginning of the book, Nicholas Sparks mentions that this is based on a true story, by the end there is a slight twist of events. I am a bit disappointed but thinking that I know of a true story which shows that this kind of story is possible I regained my confidence that somewhere in this world this type of love is actually possible.

While reading, I fell in love, I smiled, I cried and I was terribly heartbroken. I felt a twinge of jealousy at this love so pure and so sincere. This type of love is probably almost impossible or it happens to few people in the world. I like to think that I’m wrong and that this love can actually exist and stay even after the years pass and the routine settles.

Hope and Tru are the couple that makes you wonder if you ever loved even if you think you did. They are so perfect together, they are so perfect that it makes your heart ache. I felt a bit upset with Hope thinking that she is making so many mistakes, but I remembered that in the end she is human and we all make mistake, and we all have regrets.

I can’t wait for a movie. I really loved this book. No wonder Nicholas Sparks is my favorite author. He always make me live the story like I’m part of it. I definitely recommend this book. You will not be disappointed. And, I believe a trip to Kindred Spirit is a must now. πŸ˜ŠπŸ’•πŸ“–

Thanks for reading!

CB. πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ

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#introverts aren’t strange they are just #different πŸ±

I wrote the above post in a moment of inspiration. You see, if you are not an introvert chances are that you will not understand my point. You will think that I can probably make an effort and get out of my comfort zone and fake it until I make it. And you know what? You are right! Yes, you are. But at the end of the day I will be exhausted! Exhausted to the point that my head will be spinning and my eyes will be closing like I haven’t slept in days.

I am wondering daily why do I have to make such great efforts just to be accepted by complete strangers. When I was in school I was almost always alone in a corner and I was either reading my books or just daydreaming. And I could see people staring at me. And their loud voices were really bothering my ears. And when ‘they invited’ me to be part of their circle I was highly uncomfortable. Because I was not like them. When I was trying to say something I was cut off by some loud voice like what I had to say was not important. So why? Why be part of a group and why bother to fit in if it’s not who I am?

While introverts try to fit in and try so hard to be accepted and be part of social gatherings, extroverts make no efforts what’s so ever to even try and understand us. They think that we are just strange. I was actually told once that I’m just strange.

So why should I blend in when I’m happy in my corner? Why should I make myself feel like I’m not enough for people that don’t even bother to understand me?

The answer is that we don’t have to! Introverts don’t have to change who they are and introverts don’t have to excuse themselves for being different. Instead, extroverts should start educating themselves and understand that while they think they run the world, we are quietly making a difference.

Thanks for reading.

CB. πŸ§šβ€β™€οΈ