9 Steps Easy Steps on How to Gain Confidence in Love and Life Confidence

Let Them Think You’re Extra — 9 Steps to Confidence

How to Gain Confidence in Love and Life

  1. Comprehend: onlookers will not understand you. They may find you to be strange, unorthodox. Let them judge you.
  2. Appreciate that YOU are YOU. Your DNA. The foods you eat. Your thoughts—your style. The shows you watch—the way you speak—your laughter too. All of the latter and so much more is part of your own unique life’s experience.
  3. Spend time accepting yourself for everything that you are, are not, and are yet to be.
  4. Invest time into figuring out, exploring all that fuels, excites, and invigorates you. Passion. Purpose. Dreams. Ambitions. Goals. Gifts. Talents. Skills.
  5. Pour into your expression of YOU. It is the uniqueness of your spirit—you in general and as a whole, which makes you most suitable to fulfill your purpose.
  6. Harness, all of you. Leave nothing out. All that is you—lower nature and higher nature—is necessary for a well-refined YOU.
  7. Trust yourself and the divine course of love and life that in good time you will learn how to express yourself better and better.
  8. Know those who misjudge you or despise you have yet to find the keys to themselves.
  9. Accept that those who can feel your shifting and see your light within an abyss of darkness will find you.
*9 is the number of purpose.

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Love in Cruise

Love is the First Law

There are three constants in life… change, choice, and principles.

—Stephen Covey

Love is far more than an emotion which causes our hormones to go haywire high of oxytocin. Love is the very foundation of life —existence. Love is a principle upon which all other principles—Peace, Truth, Justice, and Freedom—do stand. Love is a pillar upon which humanity is to rise.  Love is law. To act in opposition to the law of love, the principle of love is to act in opposition of time, nature, life, existence, self, all that is or ever will be.

To any and all who stand in opposition of love or against, we who stand on love ask you what indeed it is that you seek to replace love with? We then assert the latter is rhetorical because there is indeed no thing greater than love—thus, it shall stand and does stand on the record, for the record, that nothing inferior to love is to ever be lifted above the law of love.

Love is the first law. Love will be the last law.

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A Space Called Mother

Somewhere between power trip and power failure I exists—in a cold dark place full of warmth—or heat—I dance like water at my best—like ice at my depths. I still birth.

—9:16 post meridiem, November 25th 2018

Here, I imagine—You feel more at home in my body than I do.

I find solace in watching myself trying to be a good mother—a perfect mother—I found honor in knowing that she still only exists adorned in glittering imperfections. I see her tries—all of her attempts that lead to half actions and whole actions have thus far transmuted into You—ten toes, ten fingers—arm, leg, leg, arm, head.

—10:19 ante meridiem, Masha’Allah, November 26th 2018

I have learned to feed you—and still I am not yet half the mother I am to be—for I have only just begun too nourish your cries for my attention—your restless waves for my acknowledgment—your tossing and turning—your tides attempting to pull from my sea shores a distant touch.

—10:53 ante meridiem, Learning to Love Again

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A Blog is Like a Marriage

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A blog is like a marriage—you can have a really bad relationship or a really good relationship with blogging. To be honest, mid-2018 I was not really sure if I was going to be able to return to blogging. Some part of me felt as though I had nothing left to blog about—I had nothing left to give. Yet, there is something about having a someone who pours into you, encourages you, and will tell you when you are flat out being lazy or you just have not executed the plan that you have had in place for the past year, two or however long. Having that someone changes your perspective. For me, that someone is Frank—and so I am back. I am here.

I am here because I truly love the art of blogging. If you truly love the art of blogging as well, but you are on the fence about expressing the art in your life—I am here for you too. If you do not have a Frank in your ear encouraging you to live your passion, please allow me to be your cheerleader, your coach and your #1 blogging confidant and fan.

My relationship with blogging has changed a lot—in one way, I feel as though I have plenty to write about. I also realized Frank was so right. I have had plenty to write about according to 60-plus drafts I have written and simply dismissed the proofing process over the course of 365 days. Yes, I have had 365 days worth of just writing. I have notebooks full of content, all intended to end up in this blog space. Yet, standing on the borderline of depression and drowning in anxiety had me feeling as though nothing was going the way I wanted. Nothing I had to say was worth reading.  

My blog is very much a part of my life. Not blogging felt like a betrayal of that part of my life. So for a blogger whose goal is to be as transparent as possible, feeling like you have nothing left to tell your world, feeling like you are drowning in anxiety is possibly the most important thing to lay down before your world of hearts.  

The good news is there comes a turning point. Somewhere along the cusp of licking your wounds and rising from your self-defeat that you realize all you have been going through is something that the people who have read your works for almost 5 years, or maybe even no years yet, should know. You realize you brought them along for every other journey. They have been there for the happy moments, the irate moments, and the blah blah moments. They even know about the I saw a million geese flying overhead moments. Conveniently, I just saw 7 geese flying overhead. You brought your people along for all of those moments. Yet, when you are rising from your lowest point you feel as though you cannot express to them your transpiring. For some illogical reason they could not, would not or should not meet you there.

That is why I say a blog is like a marriage. A marriage requires communication—very good communication, and very few edits. The truth is, a good marriage is raw. There are no cut cards. Everything is laid out on the table. Every hand is been dealt. When you do decide that you want to edit it is not for the sake of leaving something out. Editing is to say I am not being a b*itch or an assholes. I am not going be petty for petty’s sake. I will not just play tick for tack out of spite. Instead, I am seasoning my words with salt, as my Didd’a often says.  

Maintaining a blog and maintaining a marriage, first and foremost, requires love—a selfless giving of one’s own experiences, thoughts and windows for an all-encompassing good. Then there must come a sense of peace. Peace affirms whatever truth I speak through this blog, you—my readers will be receive with and in love. Somewhere in the blog you will find justice. Justice is giving yourself permission to say this is how exactly I feel, and I am not going to change the way I feel for anyone, but myself.

The most important, yet it is almost the smallest of all, is freedom. Once you would achieve the first love, peace, truth, and justice—freedom comes naturally. Your freedom to express yourself wholly in a marriage makes you free. Freedom makes you feel as though there is nothing that you cannot accomplish. Your freedom makes you feel as though there is no sky that could be a limit. Freedom states that outer space is just another world to be explored.  

I love my blog—it is a place of all those things. Yes, I love my blog, and just like my marriage, like Frank and I, it is always expanding, we are always growing—there is no world to be left untapped. Every year there is something new: trials, tribulations, obstacles, challenges, triumphs, rises, heights, and conquests. It is a beautiful thing—a blog is.

 


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We Found Love at Rosemont

Stay positive and happy. Work hard and don’t give up hope. Be open to criticism and keep learning. Surround yourself with happy, warm and genuine people.

—Tena Desae

Yeah, so I’m pretty sure we took the titles Lord and Lady of the Manor to a whole other level for our anniversary/my birthday getaway, but could there have been a greater display of wealth and splendor?¿—and no—I do not mean the opulent staircase, Grand Portico, or majestic grounds of the Historic Rosemont Manor. No, while all of the latter is surely breathtaking, I am speaking of the hearts that move about the manor, center stage and behind the scenes—those who host the elegant tea parties, tend to the stately grounds, prepare and serve the delectable breakfast dishes, maintain the cleanliness of such an immaculate estate—and even those with fur and glowing eyes that scare the heebie-jeebies out of you in the midnight hours as you travel through the gate after a charming dinner in Old Town Winchester. Yes, I am speaking of the hearts we embraced which beat like Sioux feet, and embraced us back with love and that “oh my goodness, Sister Sue is the plug” for homemade jam! Yes, my loves, four months and some change later Frank and I are in still in love with Rosemont.

You know us—we live for love, and we love how we love. You are well aware by now that our art separately and combined is always our highest expression of our love—so even on our anniversary we loved so hard and made the most of our time. Some days this can be a challenge, but the Rosemont tribe ensured that we could make the most of the one day we had to spare in our busy bee day-to-day. I mean seriously mis Andestagōnwa I got a chance to twirl like a madwoman about one of the grandest porticoes western Virginia has to offer—literally, until I was dizzy—without as much as an awkward side eye. You know you have had an undeniably ravishing time when you leave a place and your only “regret” is not taking your beautiful hostesses up on the invitation to slide across the luxuriously kept hardwood floors…in your socks.

Of course, you will find millions and millions of places all around the globe that would make for wonderful wedding venues, tea parties, one-night stays, and humble vacation getaways, but when you find a place that comes jam-packed with good energy and good people who simply love to love, and enjoy being good company just as much as they enjoy having good company—you cherish them—you hold those places near and dear to your heart. You remember them, do your best not to forget them—and you show them off, because you desire the world to see that it does not take cookie cutter people, yes men or people who you have known for years and years, or those who you are sure share your every belief, viewpoint, favorite dish, opinion or taste in fashion per se. No, it only takes people who are willing to love just as much as you are willing to give this world a blossoming future. Rosemont blossoms. Spring has sprung, Summer has budded and despite Autumn swiftly approaching, we can be certain Rosemont is still buzzing and will still be buzzing with love come Winter snowfall.

So, where will you be having your next spot of tea my loves? Where will you unwind in your next luxurious bubble bath? Where will you tie the love knot, if not in and around love?…

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Hurricane Maria ‘killed 4,600 in Puerto Rico’ – #WeStandonLove

“A third of deaths after September’s hurricane were due to interruptions in medical care caused by power cuts and broken road links, researchers say.” —BBC NEWS

Is this anger?

I want to say it was anger which seeped through my tear ducts upon seeing the breaking news article Frank shared with me, but it…it is somewhat raptured, caught between anguish, anger, anxiety and a whole host of other words that all mean I am utterly lost for words, and emotions feel really funny right now. How can we? This—all—my stream of consciousness. How can we sit back in our privileged luxuries, be they minimal or grand, and not at least try to make this world a more caring, more loving place? How can we sleep at night knowing so many living and breathing sisters and brothers, mothers, children, infants, and elders are no longer living and breathing, simply because we all as a uniu have yet to care enough to ensure that our kin at least had a surviving, fighting, weeping chance? I know why these hurricanes touched land and why these floods rose so maliciously, and I rebuke the mampa isi, the unega—the evil spirits, the devils and all others who gave the okay and allowed such a tragedy to befall in such an ungodly manner a people, our people. I rebuke us all for being so selfish, so deaf, so dumb, so mute, so blind. We must do better—myself included. We must care for our siblings across this globe as we care for our own. We must care for our own enough and with such high regard that we can care for our sisters and brothers afar—so that we feel compelled to care for our sisters and brothers afar. We must remember each persono and persona near or far in our prayers, meditations, thoughts, deeds, and actions. We have been mad. Mad with the lack of tender love and care. We have been cold.

And we, here on American soil, allow Air Force One and all other “government” aircrafts to fly all about the United States Incorporated, from tea party to gala, business trip to pleasure trip, personal getaway to collusion getaway, but we do not stand with unity, dignity, and force to declare that all said crafts be grounded and stocked with supplies and/or rescue provisions to aid the United States Incorporated territory that is Puerto Rico in the wake and aftermath of such a storm to ensure the safety and livelihood of as many people as possible. I mean seriously, do you really need roads or power lines to land a helicopter? When will the streets of United States Incorporated be flooded with the living and breathing bodies of the United States Republic screaming death to the devils, life to love!¿

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Stepping on toes


Even a basic two-step takes practice.

Gifted—everyone has a gift say the good books. Each person has something inside of Him or Her which specifically sets Him or Her apart from all others and amongst the ranks of others who share similar gifts, right? Right. So what makes you special…if you are not the only one with your given gift…what makes your gift worth having?

YOU.

You are what makes your gift special. I am the only person walking this good green-blue earth harboring my specific set of morals, traits, values, and experiences. You are the only persona who can express your gift with and from the perspective of your past, present and future living.

YOU ARE THE GIFT.

Fathom this…you, a one of a kind, living breathing walking talking gift to be continually perfected in all areas and aspects of life and existence then shared with humanity well-seasoned and tastefully raw af. Eh, picture that Love.

Peace and always Love!

—♥Egypt

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Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces - Two Year Young Egypt

Only Masterpieces Can Create Masterpieces

You must first be great to produce greatness. From mediocre you receive mediocracy. To be great is an ongoing journey—no Man, no Woman possesses a beginning or an end to his or her greatness. Greatness is to be assumed, owned and managed continually. You are by divine creation great. It is only when you decide to stop striving to be greater than your yesteryou that you begin to dress your own self in robes of mediocracy. There is no end to the levels of greatness one can achieve either—there is only stagnation.

You are indeed great my Loves!

—♥E

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We Never Tangle Perfectly — Love Advice Sex Advice

We never tangle perfectly—no such thing.

It takes two they say to tangle. By law, the latter manifests a perfect imperfection—and in love no thing is wrong because all moves toward a beautiful righteousness. There are days we creak, some we crack, others we go and we go on and on. Heat. No cares for gas and electric bills. The entire house transforms into our playground, something like a speedway—no restrictions, but every round is practice—most end in untamable laughter, involuntary exhales, untranslatable words.

 

—♥S. Marie

 


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