642 things to think about

When I was in London earlier this year I bought a book: 642 things to write about. There are 642 statements in there and you need to use your imagination to write something about them. I've had the book for a while and this morning while relaxing before Christmas Eve I decided to finally write some of my stories. And out of all my answers there was something I could no longer ignore: I'm hurt. I don't understand it and I think I probably never will. Why wasn't I good enough? Why is she beter than me? But then I realised the problem is not him, it is not her, it is me. I need to accept that what happened was not caused by me. There was nothing I could have done different to change the way he behaved, the choices he made. I'm not perfect, but I need to realise that I don't need to change to make somebody happy. If I want to change it needs to be because I feel I have to in order to make myself a better person. Even though I knew he wasn't the one for me, I chose the ignore it for so long. The same way he did. 

Sunday and the city.

Nothing better than a lazy Sunday morning. Staying in bed, drinking hot chocolate and of course watching Sex and the City. I have seen those eposides a million times by now, but still I'm not bored.The clothes, the men, the city. Even though it has been 9 years ago that the last episode was aired, the content is still important for women. And I must say that even though it is fiction, so when the episode is over Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte and Carrie no longer exist, I have learned quit a few things from these ladies' stories. 

Everybody is looking for love. Anybody who tells you they're not can be called Pinocchio. But this looking for love doesn't mean that is not okay to be alone for a while. To enjoy being by yourself, being yourself and doing the secret single behavior. Even if the person you're in a relationship with is excepts you completely there are still things that you don't want them to know. Things of which you are not sure you even except them. It's totally acceptable to be happy with your single status, but it doesn't mean you don't want to fall in love. 

For me the greatest lesson is one that a lot of people may need reminding of: don't settle. During your life you may love and leave a lot of different men. But why settle for just love when ridiculous, over the top, can't live without each other love is still out there?