What Does It Matter?
You know those WWJD (What Would Jesus Do) brackets? .. I have one that says WDIM.
“What Does It Matter?”
One of the secrets to having a positive relationship is to continually ask yourself, “does this really matter?”
Like for instance:
Maybe your partner grew up squeezing the tube of toothpaste from the middle like some kind of monster.. and you roll it neatly from the bottom (like Jesus probably did). It bugs you that your partner doesn’t do it “right”, right?
What does it matter?
Obviously you wish your partner would do it your way, it makes you mad and triggers negative thoughts. I get it. Now drop the emotion for a second and ask yourself, does this toothpaste tube tension really matter? Of course not. Do you have a preference? Absolutely! And your preference is right to you, but it doesn’t really matter in the broader scope of your relationship. This is all about “choosing your battles.” Does this frustration meet the Top-10 list of things you want to continuously battle over?
The truth is, there’s just not enough time to care so deeply about every little frustration. When little things are making you angry, you won’t have room for positive. The truth is: You didn’t marry a perfect person, and your partner didn’t either.
Things will bug you and you need to stop and ask yourself, “does this really matter?”
Note: addictions, neglect, abuse, unkindness, are things that absolutely should matter! but if you keep asking, “WDIM” to all of the little things - you’ll find yourself engaging in fewer battles, and enjoying more peace.
connecting with the Moon means becoming aware of where in the lunar cycle she is
at any time of the month. So start working with the Moon in the most general way
possible-by following her through her eight phases. This information could quite
possibly change your life!
You almost certainly already know the names of at least two of the eight phases - the Full
Moon and the New Moon……..
We’ve all been there. Your partner wants to be intimate, they’re ready and wanting and willing, and all you can think about is how bulgy and un-perfect your body is, and that your partner will see your rolls of fat and suddenly think ‘ewwww…gross…" Of course they won’t think that. Because a) they love you, and b) your grossness is all in your head. Let me say that again, even if you are at your heaviest, your least-rested, most exhausted, greasiest, frumpiest state, you are not gross. You are a sexy goddess, and if you don’t feel like that’s true, please keep reading.
If you’ve ever felt completely devastated about your body, Sweetie, you are so not alone. Women often hate their stomachs, their thighs, their boobs, their hips, their asses, and the list goes on. Basically, if there’s a body part, there’s a woman out there who dislikes hers. Along with disliking specific body parts, countless women (like me) struggle with feeling distain for their overall size and shape – and, of course their weight. Much of this is a natural reaction to the unrealistic cultural expectations of what women are ‘supposed’ to look like.
When you don't need to be perfect in order to feel good about yourself, you can drop the obsessive fixation with being thin enough or pretty enough, and accept yourself as you are! You can even revel in who you are. Being comfortable in your own skin allows you to focus on what's really important, being healthy – and that always looks good.
For some reason we often feel shame around being lonely. As if feeling lonely means there’s something wrong with us. As humans, connection matters. Our built in brains biology is literally wired for connection. We are wired for belonging. The biological machinery of our brain warns us when our ability to thrive and prosper is threatened. Hunger is a warning about her blood sugar is low and we need to eat. Thirsty warns us that we need to drink to avoid dehydration. Pain is a warning for potential tissue damage. And loneliness tells us that we need social connection, something as crucial to our well-being as of food and water. Denying that I feel lonely makes no more sense then denying that I feel hungry.
I opened the door and there he was, 1/3 of a second passed before I fell into his arms. His bones were like a magnet to my blood. As I buried my face into his chest, tears filled my eyes… I knew it was him. He’s the one I’ve been searching my whole life for. I’ve met him before in another life time. Here we are again, together, soulmates. He is my soulmate.
“Why are you crying?”
“I’m crying because I feel gross! I feel so ugly!”
“Baby, come on… I think you look amazing.”
Tomorrow is a really big day for me. A Gynaecological- surgeon will be starting the process of reconstructing my vulva. As most of you know from previous posts; as a child I was touched sexually by another child, and he left a device on my labia that I couldn’t get off for three weeks. I felt ashamed, and tried to hide this from my mom, until she found the leakage of gangrene in my underwear when doing laundry - resulting in an ER trip and countless Child Protection workers, but never a psychologist.
I kept blushing of embarrassment over what just happened at the door, I didn’t know what to say. But fuck he smelled so good. He smelled like sex. He was a sex God, I'm sure of it.
I was a single mom. I’ve been a single mom since I was a teenager. I know what it’s like to be in the dating game as a single mother because honestly, it’s all I ever knew.
And to be more honest, I don’t think Nelson ever would’ve found me on a dating app or online for a few reasons.