I walked out of the store with a bag of love. Just realized my purchases of a candle and body-wash are named ‘Love’. Maybe I needed some extra love…

I had just read a Blog by a fellow Blogger who was hurt by people walking out of her life. Letting them walk in wasn’t the issue. It was when they mysteriously disappeared she took it personally.

I left a comment on my friends Blog.

It sounds cliche but it calms my mind. The comment was,  “People come into our lives for a reason, a season, or a lifetime. I haven’t had many ‘or’s.”

People come into our lives to reveal something. We also have the opportunity to make their lives better in some way. I’ve had a lot of people leave my life, but my hope is I helped them in some way. They taught me things that made me better.

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When feeling alone, self care is crucial.

My bedroom is my sanctuary and I enjoy spending time there. Find a space that feeds your soul. Light a candle named, ‘Love’ and breathe it in.

Be kind to your soul and don’t beat yourself up. If anything, remind yourself just how beautiful you truly are. This sits beside my bed as a reminder.

They say wrapping something around your shoulders brings comfort. We want that feeling of being held, but we’re alone. A small child has a favorite blanket, and I haven’t outgrown blankets.

There is a lightweight blanket in almost every room of my home. When I need comfort, I wrap one around my shoulders and it’s like a warm hug.

This one lays across my bed.

It has balls when I’m not feeling very ballsy.

We live, we love and hopefully we learn.

People come in and out through a revolving door. Not everyone is meant to stay a lifetime. Can you imagine if everyone stayed? Holy cow!

Something else that helps heal is writing.

If you are a Blogger/Writer you already know this, but not every thought needs to be published. You feel like banging out the pain on a keyboard, but I use an online journal for moments like that.

I bought this notebook to motivate my continuance of the Morning Pages. At first glance, I thought it was a cheetah print. My daughter went through her cheetah print phase years ago, so this made me smile. Looking at it now, it really looks like fire. 🙂

Writing will help process thoughts and sort through feelings. I used to spend time and energy trying to figure out what happened, but that’s fruitless.

Today, I can just let it be.