Taking a Trip Back in Time

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One of the most popular questions that’s asked in the getting-to-know-you phase of dating is, “If you could have a superpower, which one would you choose?”

When I’m asked that question, I feel a strong pull to immediately respond, “Flying, of course! How cool would that be?!”

But when I ponder the question further, I think my answer would have be time travel. I’m not sure if it’s actually considered a superpower, but it’d be cool nonetheless. It’d be cool to move forward in time and see what life will be like. But it’d also be nice to travel back in time and take a peek at how I used to be and to maybe have a chance to right a few wrongs.


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A Curious Question #15: Do intentions matter and if so, to whom?

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I heard a story about intentions the other day that went something like this:

On a busy intersection, an elderly woman struggles to cross the street. A man walks by and sees her. He wants to help, so he offers his assistance and she crosses the street safely.

On different busy intersection, another elderly woman struggles to cross the street. A man who would normally not stop to help sees a beautiful woman on the other side of the street. He offers his assistance to the elderly woman in the hopes of impressing the beautiful one.

In both cases, the net results are the same. An elderly woman made it across the street safely. But the intentions behind the result were very different.

So the question I have for today is this: Do intentions matter and if so to whom?

If I was the elderly woman they don’t seem to matter. Either way, the help I needed arrived and I crossed the street safely.

If I was either man, I’d like to think intentions matter. After all, our intentions behind what we do shows our character. Our intentions reveal who we are on the inside.

If I was the beautiful woman looking to find a good man to date, intentions would matter greatly. I’d like to get to know the first man rather than the second.

That’s my quick and simple 2-cents answer.

What are your thoughts on this one? I invite you to share your own 2-cents.

When Sorrow Shifts to Anger

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Back in September, I wrote a post about times when I get tugged back into an old familiar pain. It could be triggered by a photo I see on social media or by meeting someone who reminds me of someone who’s caused me hurt. Something about the photo or the person tugs me back into an old familiar pain. I feel a sting and a wave of grief washes over me.

A painful event happened this weekend that in the past would have caused a wave of sorrow. But this time, what I felt was anger. What I saw caused me to raise both middle fingers in the air, which were accompanied by several slightly audible f-bombs.

I should note, I didn’t express this to the person directly. I ducked into the bathroom first.

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My Many Colorful Friends

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In the children’s book “My Many Colored Days”, Dr. Seuss connects the way his energy and feelings change each day to different colors. He writes, “Some days are yellow. Some days are blue. On different days, I’m different too.”

This idea of connecting feelings to colors resonates with me. I believe colors have personalities. They each have their own unique energy. From the springing to life chartreuse green of sprouting leaves to the calm warmth of an apricot pink sunset, colors evoke a variety feelings in me. Each one carries its own qualities and characteristics.

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Just Stop

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I’m having a difficult time with the word “just”. Or to be more precise, all the words that often follow the word “just”.

When I lament that I’m weary of waiting for Mr. Right to show up, someone will say,

“Just be patient!”
“Just put yourself out there!”
“Just get out and do what you love!”

I’ve “just” done all those things and he still hasn’t magically appeared. Well, maybe I haven’t been patient enough, but I have put myself out there, wherever out there is. I’m doing what I love.

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