Ghosting, according to the Urban dictionary, for those of you who haven’t been through it is when someone you believe likes you or cares about you, stops all contact without any warning or explanation. They just disappear.Ghosting explained more
It arrived in the mail in the middle of the week. The package was pink, the lettering gold. Let’s pause… Do we really believe a box that comes in the mail can help us manifest love in our lives?oh you gotta keep reading this one
First of all, why’d I even buy a planner? So many lessons learned during quarantine. Everything is chaotic and we’re all searching for a little bit of balance. Here’s the irony, I never expected COVID or the quarantine to teach me anything about life. Especially about finding balance. And yet, once again, I was wrong. There’s always a higher purpose to pain. There’s always a bright sunrise after the darkest of nights.
A Journey of Self Discovery w Mr. Computer Programmer
If you’ve been following this blog, you know we share openly our own self discovery journey. This is no exception. In the following story, I pull from my early twenties memory banks about a one night stand that I was certain would lead me into a free fall about my own sense of worth and feelings of desperation. My goal has always been to fall in love. What I didn’t realize, was falling in love requires you to love yourself first.keep reading sis…
(Part 1 of 3) my true dating with a chronic illness story and how my boyfriend discovered the truth about my declining health.
“How’d it go last night with the new guy?” the facebook message read. It was 10 am and I was just waking up after a long night out. I glanced at the clock that warned me if I didn’t rush through treatments, I’d be late for my flight.
My treatments consisted of albuterol, pulmozyme, and an antibiotic that I inhaled through a nebulizer in attempt to open my airways and curb some of the symptoms from cystic fibrosis.keep reading
My heart has been shattered almost as many times as my port-o-cath has been accessed. The problem with getting back out there, is well, it requires you to get back out there.Read more sis
As much as I write about (and enjoy) one night stands, if I were to be completely honest with myself- what I really want and hope for one day, is to fall madly in love.
In the far corners of my mind, I think about sitting on a porch and growing old with somebody. My husband will tell me a joke and it probably wont be that funny, but I will laugh for him. With him. And my mind will retreat away from the present and into the past, every heart ache, every IV, every medicine.
Every time I thought I wanted to give up on life and just fade slowly- some spark in my soul has caused me to dismiss that notion and fight. That moment, on that porch, with that man, is the moment that keeps me fighting despite my body wanting to rest forever.
Although I am not able to pin down attributes I want in my Mr. Right, I am able to pin down attributes in myself I need to have before I know I will meet him. One attribute I am consistently working on, is improving my physical fitness. I work out multiple times a week and have competed in several 5ks & 10ks. I’m not where I want to be physically but I am getting very close.
Imagine my delight when I met Mr. Tough Mudder, a very sexy yet calm man in his early 50’s who spent his career in the mortgage/loan business. Recently laid off, he was focusing on opening several CrossFit Gyms & just competed in a Tough Mudder Competition. He hiked in his spare time up several mountainsides, ran 15 miles a day, and judging from his biceps- was no stranger to push ups.
I met Mr. Tough Guy for margaritas in a classy Spanish restaurant. He admired my ambition and we connected instantly over our love for eating the right foods and working out regularly. I just failed to share that I had CF and that my workouts wouldn’t quite be in line with running up the mountains.
After a drink, he asked permission to invite his friends out as well. They were in town for a charity event and the words “charity event” had me completely sold. Mr. Tough Guy actively volunteers in the community and I could see myself volunteering with him for our next date.
His friends were just as polite and we all shared some tortilla chips and another round. Wonderful laughs and all in all, a great first date. The friends left and he asked permission to walk me to my car.
As we approached, he leaned in to kiss me. His hand stayed in the appropriate place as his lips gently caressed mine. Soft and sensual. Just a moment in time without any preconceived notions about going back to his place or taking it any further than a lingering kiss.
Second date, he picked me up and took me to a very high end restaurant in the suburbs. We shared a bottle of vintage Roth. Great conversation and we found out that we had very similar childhoods despite our massive age difference. I don’t like to jump to conclusions, but I was already planning our 3rd date…
However, during the time it was taking for this to cultivate, I noticed my weight started to plunge. I lost about 9 lbs in 2 weeks and although I felt fine, I started waking up in the middle of the night coughing. I would sleep in later and needed a power nap in the afternoon. General fatigue? Something more? I scheduled a doctor appointment to find out.
Psuedomonous aeruginosa is a particular type of lung infection that I cultivate. It was back. Time to be admitted into the hospital for what we don the “tune up”. It’s a lot like getting your car serviced, regular intervals of servicing keep it going long -term, but the vehicle can’t be driven. Just as I am coordinating when to check in to the hospital, Mr. Tough Guy calls.
I come clean and tell him about CF and that I am going to be admitted to the hospital when the unthinkable happens.
Ready to read round 2?