How sharing a piece of you can impact others stories, too.

I posted a while ago, about how when doors open, it is our responsibility to look into ourselves for an answer. Our intuition works wonders for us and it’s there to help us, especially when it comes to decisions based upon our life choices and the roads best for us to go down.

But there is also another way in which doors can open and that is by speaking up. Every family, or shall I say every person, has issues and questions and for every question someone has, another person has the answer. We spend our lives always questioning why things happened or who did what and why. We blame and talk about things behind each others back but never really open up and talk about it. We fear people will judge us or take negative action towards us, even remove themselves from our lives, depending on the story.

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You decide on the direction of your own life; take responsibility for it and stop blaming others.

If each person could count on all of their fingers where they had to make decisions, we’d be a massive, hundred foot rolling balls of fingers. I think anyone over the age of 30 would be. Decision are a part of life and a part of everything you do.

Do you do the laundry today?
Do you shower tonight?
Do you strike up a conversation with the cute guy beside you?
Do you have a bubble bath or a shower?
Do you sit or stand?
Do you turn the TV on or sit in silence?

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People are asking why I don’t have a boyfriend. Here is why.

Recently a bunch of people asked me why it is that I don’t have a boyfriend then comes the question of why I don’t get one. I am a very open person and I don’t mind sharing stories but they often come out in conversations I am having with others IF the opportunity comes up. I love to share my stories to help others, so no big deal. At first, these questions didn’t both me but when started to happen more often, I started to get a bit perplexed about what the big deal was an why people are asking me all of the time.

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