My all time favourite morning show (89X Radio’s Dave and Chuck the Freak) had the results of a survey for “The Perfect Man”.
Some of them were really laughable (must be 6ft tall and like football) while some made sense (care when she’s upset). Of course the criteria for “perfect” is subjective so I’m not really sure how this survey works.
Last week, my mother surprised me with an odd confession.
During a conversation about the summer & relatives & the like, she informed me that she had not told our extended family that I was finalizing my divorce out of concern of what my strict Roman Catholic family would think.
You know that feeling when everything is awesome & your world seems perfect & then something happens that makes it suck?
Yeah, that.
Day 27 : What’s the best thing going for you right now?
Everything!
I have great kids, a wonderful man by my side, the best friends in the world who have my back & a whole world of opportunity!
Some days, when I get overwhelmed, I like to remind myself of what I have. I know I’m so blessed & I don’t ever want to take it for granted. I never want to forget what I have, because when you lose sight of those things, that’s when you doubt everything.
My girls amaze me every day with the things that they do. They are brilliant & beautiful & wow me with their insight. I hope they retain their innocence & faith in humanity as they grow.
If it weren’t for my friends, I might have given up a long time ago. They rallied around me when things got tough & fought in the trenches with me. I know people who’s family wouldn’t support them like that. I’m quite fortunate to have them.
I write; I love it. Writing makes me happier than anything else in this world that isn’t my girls. As long as I can write, I’ll be happy. I’ve done a lot of cool things as a writer & I’m very proud.
That’s more than most people get in a lifetime!
I won’t sell myself short; I have the tenacity to rise above the bad & focus on the good. This will help me remain successful, because if one door closes, I know three more will open & when my story is over, it’ll have a happy ending of a life well lived.
Day 22 : Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life.
***Because my Windsor Social deadline is coming up, I’m going to be combining posts where there are only a handful of sentences***
Day 13 : A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days.
Songs get me through, not artists
When I was in high school, Imaginary Friend (Chantal Kreviazuk) was my go to song when the teen angst got to be too much. It’s probably my all time favourite song to this day.
When I was ending my first engagement, I listened to Be Like That (3 Doors Down) & You Wanted More (Tonic). Stan was another song I listened to a lot.
When my marriage fell apart, I listened to the Katy Perry B-Side Part of Me & Back to Me (3 Doors Down). There were a few other songs, but those were the favourites.
Now it’s Come on Get Higher (Matt Nathanson). It reminds me of a specific memory of my boyfriend (more on that on day 24) & it makes me smile no matter how crappy the day gets & the girls aren’t around to brighten my day.
When my daughters were small, I sang to them. Each of them had a song I would sing to them each night, for Sydney it was Drops of Jupiter (Train), Addison it was When She Loved Me (Sarah McLachlan) & Hadley The Gift of a Friend (Demi Lovato) & The Messenger (Linkin Park).
Music is life. It gets me through everything, whether it’s something good, bad or just meh. Songs remind me of people, moments of time & it gets me through.
Day 14 : A hero that has let you down.
I’ve never really had a “hero”. I’ve admired people & they’ve disappointed me, but there’s never been someone I’ve idolized. I always wanted to be the person people looked up to, not another follower.
Day 11 : Something people seem to compliment you the most on.
Most people compliment me on my eyes, apparently they’re quite striking.
They’re the one physical feature that people tend to compliment. It’s why I wear eyeshadow that plays them up. I don’t wear any other makeup though, I don’t want to look slutty.
However, the one person who generally doesn’t compliment my appearance is my beau. He will if we’re going somewhere & I’ve dressed up for the occasion, but he generally reserves his compliments for character traits. He tells me I’m sweet, smart, funny & how I make him calmer & happier than he’s ever been. These are the ones that I love hearing most of all. It’s nice to hear that you’re pretty, but it’s even better to hear that someone cares about you for who you are underneath the nice clothes & the makeup, that they’ve gotten to know the “real” you & still want to be with you. It’s lovely.
Day Nine: Someone you didn’t want to let go, but just drifted.
Day eight: Someone who made your life hell, or treated you like shit.
Day Seven: Someone who has made your life worth living for.
That’s easy; my daughters.
They are my purpose, my strength. They’re the reason I’m in college for a second time. They’re the reason I’ll work jobs that I hate. They’re everything.
I couldn’t imagine my life without them. When I was away last month, I called constantly, because I needed to know how they were doing & I missed them so much. Some days, they’re the only reason I pull myself out of bed.
On particularly trying days, when I want to flip out on humanity, I think about whether or not they would be proud of me if I _____. It guides me to do the right thing.
The Misadventures of MHC 