Be Inspired by Miss Stone

I didn't fall in love. I didn't even stumble into it. It was more like a casual stroll.  You know those walks you take on a warm Summers day, just admiring the flowers in bloom, listening to the birds chirping, watching the clouds float away from and towards each other... and then suddenly you bump into someone you haven't seen in years and start chatting and laughing? And it ends up being the best conversation you've had in a while and you really don't want it to end. You want more of it. And at the end of it, you walk away feeling like damn, can that happen again?  Yeah, it was one of those casual strolls. I walked into it slowly, admiring its beauty at first. Listening to its musicality, trying to take in every note and lyric. Observing its dynamics, how it deals with both the good and bad. And then, when I least expected it, I was captivated by it. I hung onto love's every word, it's laughter was music to my ears. I felt I could talk forever wit...

I've fallen hard... This year started on shaky ground. Moving to a new town, everything seemed scary. Different. Leaving what I was comfortable with and having to find a new rhythm seemed like such a difficult task. And it proved to be just that. I stumbled a few times and I fell hard too. Many nights I was awake and spoke to God, but the answers never seemed to come. I questioned so many things. I struggled to comprehend even more. On the floor, in my solitude, I thought this might be the best place for me, because I was in the perfect position to pray.  I was tested in relationships too. I fell quite a few times there too. I was made to believe that I was unwell. And I believed it. I actually did. I looked in the mirror and didn't recognize the person looking back at me. I was an empty shell. Hollow. Lacking substance. I allowed someone else to drain the life from my precious body and leave me questioning my self worth. How ironic? A Psychologist who prides herself i...