Women Relationships – Look Heart No Hands Approach

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I’m not real experienced at how to mend friendships.

At this point in my life I hold dear the people I’ve laughed and cried with over the years.

Anytime there is a closeness, the road can get bumpy from time to time.  Like any relationship, when you open yourself up, you risk getting hurt.  But how to get through the hard times with a friend is a skill that I am just now learning.

Women can be more complex than men, in my opinion.   Those relationships can support us and carry us through the most difficult times and they also give us the strength to master our own desires and achieve accomplishments because of the influences we gain from our relationships with women.  Our “women” are like safety nets.  They catch us when we fall and hold us up when we barely have the strength to get through life.

Often we emulate the best qualities of one another.   In some ways it can be flattering and in others, quite maddening.   That’s when the competitive catty like behavior can rear it’s ugly head.  I’m right.  Right?  Who hasn’t ever dealt with this?  I think we all have at some point.

It can start out with hair styles, clothes, shoes, hobbies, certain tastes … etc.  The list can go on and on.

Our friendships begin because we have common ground.  We like some of the same things and we learn from each other.  We learn life lessons from our girlfriends.   We love them.  They can drive us crazy, but we love them anyway.  So, it stands to reason that the women we surround ourselves with are going to copy things from us and we are going to copy things from them.  We are each others “muse.”   That’s a beautiful thing in moderation.  Sometimes it gets to be too much.  That’s when you have to remind yourself that perhaps the basis of the relationship IS that you both like the same things and all ideas are going to be shared.  Like it, or not.

So, how do we get through the crazy and keep our friendships in tact?   How can we voice our issues without getting too emotional or worse, holding it all in?   How can we be heard without hurting someone?  When we feel hurt, we begin to guard our heart.   We begin to question our reasoning.   Even worse when we do come out and say what’s bugging us and the reaction is not supportive, walls go up.

Is it okay to tell her, “I’m mad at your right now, but I’ll get over it.  Give me some time?”   Maybe, after awhile you can discuss what you were feeling once you’ve had a chance to heal.  How do women get through the bumpy times without destroying the friendship?

Irene S. Levine, PhD , author of Best Friends Forever: Surviving a Breakup with Your Best Friend (affiliate link) writes: Because of the romanticized way that these relationships are typically depicted in popular culture, women often have unrealistic expectations that their friendships have to be perfect. Yet the reality is that even long-standing friendships require two women to overlook little things, forgive, and make accommodations to each other’s differences and even eccentricities.

Sometimes, the emotions are too deep because the problem has been festering too long.  Instead of discussing our issues, we might lash out or try to explain our feelings but instead either we get defensive or our friend does.  Then it turns ugly and we stop talking all together.  Even when we do see one another, there is that coldness that separates the bond.

Usually neither party knows how to resolve it.   Nobody wants to be rejected so that first move is optional and questionable as to who is going to extend the olive branch first.  Neither wants to be the one to reach out and be bitten.

We cover our hearts and we hold on to our dignity while secretly longing to rekindle the friendship that we miss dearly.  Can’t we just apologize and move forward?

I’m referring to our women friends who know us intimately.  (Not to be confused with sex.)  They’ve been there during our “freak out” moments.  They know our deepest secrets and our likes and dislikes.  We’ve shared so many precious things about our husbands, our children, our fears and joys.  They know our favorite foods, our favorite colors, what kind of books we like to read.  They’ve had a look into our private world just as we have seen into theirs.  It makes us vulnerable.   With that comes a beauty and a history that only time can create.  Isn’t it worth saving?

Some are like a sister that you can have that love/hate thing going. And boy do ya love to hate’m and hate to love them… but you do. ♥  When we set our expectations of our women friendships too high, we are bound to feel disappointed and betrayed.  Yet we do place those relationships on a pedestal because our “women” can be our greatest support system.

We put a great deal of faith in our women relationships.  They are wonderful, aren’t they?   Let’s give each other some slack and forgive.

Yes, we love to be perfectionist.  Yet, who really is perfect?

Maybe each one of us should give a shout out to our women, “I forgive you for not being perfect.  I love you as you are.  Thank you for being in my life.”

Among other things, my article was inspired by this song. 

Look Heart No Hands

Why do women have frenemies?

dead sharks the post I decided to publish anyway

  Relate… and suddenly you are swimming in the waters of unification.

I often find that when something is nagging at me…… hurting my heart….. the universe sends an answer.

But, what happens when all of that relating begins to break down – when we start to feel the threat of a history unraveling? Gradually (or suddenly, in some cases), we begin to feel things differently: maybe we’re not being heard or feeling misunderstood, there are lapses in communication and not as much time spent together… what exactly is it that moves the relationship to this next, almost inevitable, phase? Time? Personal growth? Geographical distance? Most likely, if we look more closely, we can see it has been brewing for longer than we may care to see. And it is perhaps here we see the cold, hard fact —truly: “nothing lasts forever”.

Dead Sharks

I began this post almost a year ago.   Thus the reason I’ve neglected this blog.

“Mean girls, mean girls, whatcha gonna do?  Whatcha gonna do when they come for you?”  Yeah, it’s the “chick stuff.”

A year ago…. there was too much pain for me to write what I was feeling.  I’m a direct communicator.  There’s very little beating around the bush or “coding” my dialog trying to mask what I really want to say.   Feeling muffled, duct tape over my mouth.  Frozen.  Is it okay to be honest? Some are more skilled at hiding behind a facade.  My truth bleeds through.  Perfectly flawed for your entertainment.

For this reason it is difficult for me to write at times when I should probably be writing the most.   Writing is playing the heart strings of my emotions.  My heart speaks and my fingers type.  You know where I stand.  And to be honest, I have a lot more respect for anybody who can really be open with what is on their mind even if it “ain’t” pretty.   It’s real!  I can spot insincerity like a blood hound to a rabbit.  Those who can become unfeelingly diplomatic, cold and with no real connection to anything,  just bland.  On the straight and narrow path to nothingness.   My emotions are the colors to my soul.  I thrive to experience, to acknowledge and to accept my many flavors with unrelenting passion.

I had just returned from a girls weekend with my beloved friends. Feeling disappointed and betrayed. One person spent the weekend berating several women who were not there. By the end of the trip she had convinced the majority that we should exclude them from future gatherings and reluctantly I agreed even though every part of me knew it was wrong. I later chose to let go of that group and join the ones who were exiled. Thus relegating myself to be banned and unfriended from that group. I did refer to them as mean girls and they were offended.  Yet, it really was only one person who instigated this mess.  She was the mean girl, not the rest. I regret that it came to the group splitting into two groups.  I wish that we were all still as close as we once were and maybe one day we can be. Losing them was painful.

I was feeling the reflex of my senses when I originally wrote this post and over time have published and unpublished this. I really needed to get this out of my system and when I held back, it stifled my ability to write honestly. I had to be honest with myself and not be afraid to express it even though it is unpleasant. Perhaps you, dear reader, can relate. Relationships can get rocky and even though we want to hang on to the memory of the good times. People come into our lives for a reason, sometimes only for a season and there are those who are steadfast and survive the ups and downs and there are those that don’t. It is what it is.

I’ve unclogged my blog.  Hitting publish now!

Acceptance

americanriver

I see myself mirrored back to me in you.

I see YOU as you do not see yourself.

It is a habit for me to tear myself apart. The wounds of life can be harsh and I am easily obliged to become caught up in a wave of
self loathing.

But when I look at you, listen to you speak, your wounds are sometimes as visible as my own.

Yet I see more.  Beyond the surface.  I see what you don’t see.

I admire qualities in you that you probably don’t realize you have.

Your beauty is so apparent.

I overlook or don’t even notice the faults you hold within your being and in that regard it makes me feel safe.

You don’t have to be perfect.

I accept you when you are in good moods or bad, goofy or sad. I rejoice in your happiness and support you when you are down. When I see your smile and feel you radiating positive energy towards me I tend to focus less on my own short comings and instead accept me for who I am (through your eyes instead of my own), regarding the joy you leave upon my soul with your friendship, your love and the foundation that you bring to my life with the greatest appreciation I have ever experienced.

Your awareness helps me to love myself because you love me, and for knowing you, I am a better person.

Soul Value? What is Your Best Asset?

The Value of a Person

I’ve always felt that a person’s character was their best asset.

My mom used to tell me when I was growing up that you may be able to fool people but God sees everything.  That worked.  I behaved.  LOL!!!  Not because I’m such a good person but because I knew my karma would be affected.  Things we do can often come back to bite us.

Seriously, though.  Character traits have more value for me than a person’s accomplishments.  I’ve known some bad people in high places.  What a person has doesn’t mean much.  It is who the person is, inside that matters.

Having power, wealth, position is a true test of character. Having unlimited choices and opportunities to do what one wishes.  To have power, control,  yet still holding oneself accountable for consequences is a true test of  what a person’s soul is made of.

That’s why I like what my mom used to say about how no matter what you do, God knows the truth.  It doesn’t matter if a person is religious or what higher power they lean towards.  We know the truth within ourselves and we live with ourselves and that knowledge shapes who we are as human beings.  Yes, we can fool people around us but we cannot fool ourselves if we are not truthful and honest, we know it.  This is why it has always been my opinion that a good character is stronger than anything.

This is just something I was thinking about today.

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Forgiveness

This video struck home for me.  I don’t have a lot of things that I hang on to.   I tend to get my feathers ruffled from time to time but I easily forgive and forget and move forward.

I do, however, struggle with certain things that have happened in my life that I had to waste a lot of time getting over and growing beyond the hurt and damage.  In those times I have to be in a constant forgiving sort of mode.  I forgive to release myself from the bondage and the baggage that holds me from the things or thoughts that truly make me happy.  It is so true that it takes less muscles in the face to smile than to frown.  So in that way, it also takes more energy to hold on to hurt and pain than it does to release it and make room for the positive things that life has to offer.  Though, still sometimes I can be guilty of sitting in my own pity pool.  I have to make the effort to forgive in order to move forward but in some cases the forgiveness is a constant process.  It doesn’t mean we forget what happened but we refuse to hurt over it any longer and by letting go of the blame it makes it easier to let go of the pain.

A little less conversation and a little more interaction please!

My Dreamboard

Sometimes I feel way too sensitive. I know, believe me….. I know.

But lately I have felt invisible.

There are times when I feel as though my smile, or my kindness is taken for granted.

I don’t have a sign that says walk on me posted on my forehead either.  Something has been bugging the s**t out of me.

I love my friends and I am grateful to have them in my life…  but there are times… when I would like to talk.

I have things to say too.   I want to participate, not just sit there smiling and nodding. I am more than a listener.   I am patient while they go into detail about kids, husbands, boyfriends,  jobs, school, illnesses, etc.  Long drawn out details.  I hate it when I have to jump in quickly to get a word in edgewise and then get interrupted just because I paused to take a breath of air! This does not happen all the time but lately I have noticed that it has happened on several occasions and with different people.

If I want to say something I have to talk fast and get straight to the point and do it  as quickly as possible before they take back the conversation and I find myself nodding my head just sitting there being talked at.   My neck gets stiff and I start to get a headache. Maybe it takes more effort to listen?  Perhaps even more effort when you are not participating in two way speech.   I’ve been looking towards my own self esteem issues trying to figure out what kind of signal I might be sending.  Things have been tough in my life  but not recently  I’ve felt  much better and moving into a positive direction.  My self esteem should be fine.  Not that I could discuss it.  I don’t get a chance to  talk, remember?  LOL! Anyway.  It’s not with all of my friends that this occurs.  In most settings everything flows naturally, and I really enjoy the company.   Laughter and talking are an ease and all participate equally.

When I am with a friend who goes on and on about themselves giving every mundane detail without any comment from me other than an “ooh or ah or really”; then I begin to consider that my feelings or thoughts don’t matter much to them.   I’m warm and breathing after all.  Should be good enough, huh?  =)  Then I think, why be friends with this person?  I’m friends because I like them and other than monopolizing the conversation, they are pretty nice people.

I wonder if I matter at all to them.  I probably do.  Or maybe not?

Everybody matters, I think. Some folks just don’t notice what they are doing. I always try my best to be considerate; to include everyone and treat all as though they are worthwhile.  I never have my back on anybody when we are in a group.  If I have to move my chair or change my position I will always open up a space for them to join in so that nobody feels outside the group.   I don’t like feeling excluded either, so I try really hard not to do that to anybody.

I really do enjoy listening to people tell funny stories and talk about their life.  I do.  It just feels much better when I also get to share and take part and be listened to. I know I can’t be the only one who has this problem at times.  Do you ever feel invisible in a group or like someone is talking at you instead of with you?  It’s like being a third wheel and I don’t like it one bit.   I can’t really say that I would stop being friends with the offenders because they are not bad people, just a bit inconsiderate and I don’t know the proper way to tell them this.  Why?  Because I’m too damned sensitive and I don’t want to hurt their feelings so I’ll swallow the notion and stew in it.  LOL!!!

It’s not easy being me.

I don’t know if any of my friends read my blog but if you are one of my friends and you think you might be one of the people who talks on and on.  Don’t ask me if you are because I won’t tell you.  But here’s an idea for everyone….  The next time you are visiting with friends be sure that you are not the only one doing the talking.  =)  Spend some time listening too.  Everybody has a better time when they get to interact in the conversation.

My mineral make up was causing my face to itch and dry out.

I’ve been having an allergic reaction on my face for months.  My face would get red blotches that felt like a sunburn, my eyes would get puffy and my face and neck would itch like crazy and burn when I scratched.  Then my skin got dry and flaky.  I never once attributed it to my make up because I was using mineral make up and that’s supposed to be the purest make up to use.  It doesn’t even expire.  I had been using the mineral make up for years with no problems so of course I didn’t even think of it.

I kept thinking I was having a food allergy.  At first I thought perhaps it was  from red wine because it happened after I had drank wine one night.  So I cut out wine.  Then I thought perhaps it was the tomato juice or the beer I would drink on Saturday nights because every Sunday morning I would wake up to the itching, puffy face.  I was taking benadryl every day to ward off the allergy.  By Tuesday my face would begin to stop itching but it would be dry and flaky all week.  So much so that I didn’t wear make up at all during the week and only wore it on Saturday nights when we went out to the local VFW for karaoke.

The break outs occurred after an event, the event meant I was wearing makeup.   This week I decided I was going to go with out make up all week and that I wouldn’t even wear it on Saturday night just to see if it was my make up that I was allergic to.  So then I did an internet search to see if mineral make up caused any allergic reactions.  And viola!  There is was!  There were forums about it!  How could I have missed this for so long?!?

Most Mineral make up contains Bismuth Oxychloridein.   Is Mineral Make Up Causing My Skin To Ich also listed other ingredients that can irritate skin.  Not all mineral make up has bismuth oxychlordein so you can find brands that won’t irritate your skin.  The Mineral Make Up Blog has some great information about different brands.  From everything I have read, Aromaleigh is said to be one of the best.  I don’t know for sure because I have not tried it.  Aromaleigh does not contain bismuth oxychloridein.

I also read that make up brushes can cause skin irritation.  You can wash your brushes using shampoo.  I did this yesterday and all of my brushes look like new.  I normally do wash them but you do need to do this at least every two weeks.   How to wash make up brushes explains the details.

So now I know what has been causing my skin irritation.  I’m throwing out all of my mineral make up and starting over.   I just bought new mascara a couple weeks ago and I have under eye stuff so what I’ll need is some foundation, blush and an eye shadow set.  I’m not going mineral just yet.  Instead, I’m opting for Physicians Forumla.  It’s supposed to be less hypoallergenic, yet according to this article,  Are “Hypoallergenic” Cosmetics Really Better?, you can’t even trust what advertising says about a product, you have to look at the ingredients.  I’m just going with the Physicians Forumala make up right now because it is inexpensive and I’ve used it before with no problems.  I may eventually venture back into using some mineral make up.  I want to try the Aromaleigh at some point.  But when you have to throw our all of your make up and start over, it can be pricey.

Note:  I’m adding this to my post.  I had been using Bella Pierre Mineral makeup and I found out that it does not contain the bizmuth oxychloridein.  In fact most of what I found on the web regarding Bella Pierre was positive.  It is one of the purest mineral make ups out there.  So then I was even more puzzled!  I kept searching and found out that there is another ingredient that can cause skin irritation.  Carmine.   It does contain Carmine.  Which I must be allergic to.  I am so sad to have to part with my mineral make up, not only is it expensive but I really loved the way it looked.  Ever since I stopped using it and started using the Physician’s Formula make up, my face stopped itching and getting hives.  So I am pretty sure it was something in the mineral make that was causing it.

* Carmine
In spite of that carmine has been approved by the FDA as safe to use in color cosmetics it is not recommended for people with sensitive skin.  Carmine is a dark red pigment made of the crushed shells of cochineal beetles which are dried, ground and added to the cosmetic base. It has been stated that severe allergic reactions can develop.

Mineral make up can help you create radiant, glowing skin. To prevent the development of allergy to mineral make up you need to look through the ingredient list before buying the cosmetics.

United Way – Flash Mob at Arden Mall in Sacramento

My friend, Heike’s two beautiful children participated in this and she posted this on her facebook page. I was very moved by this. Not only because it represents the United Way but because it is home for me. This is where I live and people I know are in it. And it’s a big deal! For me, it is. It truly touched my heart.  I’m a softy and tear up easily, so bare with me.  =)

On Saturday, June 20th, more than 70 dancers took part in United Way California Capital Region’s Flash Mob at Arden Fair Mall in Sacramento. Dancing in public? That’s how we LIVE UNITED!

If I had known about this earlier I might have been there to see it in person.   I have seen little videos popping up all over the place similar to this. Maybe they are doing this in your area and you can look into ways that you can participate. I bet this was an awesome experience for everyone who put this together.

I know about it now, and I am passing the information along this internet highway. Check out their website, see what you can do in your community and keep it going. You can find out more about the United Movement by visiting their website.

Blame it on FB

buddy

My kitty cat, Buddy.   He’s my constant companion, full of mischief and love.

It’s been over a month since my last post.  My advertiser is punishing me.  LOL!!!  Seems I am to be writing at least once a week but I have failed.  Blame it on Face book.  I’ve been having a great time keeping in touch with friends and taking those silly quizzes.  So, I neglected my blog.

I have been sad about father’s day coming up.   I lost my father three years ago.  He didn’t die.  He’s just one of those people who gets angry and says and does things he can’t take back.  I’m meaning to write about it but it is very painful and it is difficult to discuss without getting very upset.  I wish I could write him a letter but there isn’t really anyway for me to make him understand my feelings when he has discounted me all my life.  All I would be accomplishing would be to start the cycle over again and I would end up hurt.  By this time, I should have learned the lesson and know that he isn’t the kind of father I needed him to be.  Wishing and hoping won’t change anything.

I changed my banner.  I’ve spent most of my life trying to be perfect.  LOL!  I have a several good friends who are always reminding me that I don’t need to be perfect in order to be special and wonderful and loved!   I didn’t have any plans for the new banner.  It just happened with me playing with my paint shop program and doodling.  I like all the blues.  My favorite color is cobalt blue.  Then as I was adding my blog name I decided to add the blurb on the bottom about embracing imperfection.  That’s my new mantra.

Okay, now to get back to watching, “I’m a Celebrety!  Get me out of here!

This could happen to anyone.

I just read a touching story of a woman in San Francisco who escaped a violent relationship with her three month old infant and two young children.  She basically left with the clothes on her back.  While she has gone through the “proper” channels, has a social worker and is trying to get shelter and aid for her family, resources are in short supply.  She has had to beg in order to pay for the hotel and food for herself and her family.

It takes a great deal of courage to leave an abusive relationship.  Especially when still nursing an infant and having nowhere else to go.

I found out about this from my friend who sent me the link via her blog.  You can read about K’s story here at tangobaby.  I encourage everyone to read K’s story and follow her progress as she pulls herself together, gets a job and regains her life.