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4 disasters that just aren”t.

fragileheart — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 16:00:47 +0000

We have all been there. Something just happened that could mean the end of the world as you know it, and while I was sitting in the car on the way to work one morning, It dawned on me to start a collection of these “disasters”. Here is a list of what I have come up with so far. I hope that someone, somewhere can read this and learn that sometimes bad things happen and it does not have to mean the end of the world… no matter how much it hurts right now.

If you have any to add, please feel free to do so in the comments or you can always email me using contact [at] fragileheart [dot] com.

Your sibling breaks your favourite toy ((substitue toy for any fave object from childhood)).
Ok, so this one is a bit of a no-brainer but I had to start small. Besides which, this can still happen when you are older… say your parents are thinking of moving out of your family home and into a smaller or larger place since its just the two of them. So you are all in the garage or wherever you store your childhood memories and your brother starts goofing around with your favourite toy ((barbie’’s car maybe?)), then suddenly… crash. And its gone in a blink of an eye.
You are not sure what just happened and you are in shock. Your sibling is laughing at your face as hot tears are running down your face. So you run off and slam the garage door and scream into your bed. But a few years later, you realise that while you are still sad about not having your favourite toy anymore, the sweet memories you had with the item will last your entire lifetime – and that is something your sibling will ever be able to smash into a million pieces ((unless you live IN a sci-fi movie, then I can not help you)).
Your clothes got ruined in the laundry.
This usually happens when you are still living at home; you have just started working but you are not quite ready to flee the nest. Even if you are going away to University or College, you will still go home some weekend with one of your favourite ((often expensive)) sweaters and your Mum shrinks it, stains it or just plain ruins it. You are livid! You scream and you cry profanities ((actually, I hope not)) at your Mum that have probably hurt her more than you really wanted to.
Years later, you realise its all material and that your Mum is more precious than any ol” sweater so you spend the remainder of your years trying to make up for all the horrible things you said that day.
You get dumped for the first time.
I say “get dumped” because your heart does not necessarily break the first time you get dumped ((admittedly, it feels that way but we all know the worst is still to come – oh shit, did I say this was supposed to make you feel better?)). It still feels horrible, because rejection is hard to deal with; especially when our emotions are amplified like they seem to be in our adolescent years ((hoping this is when you first get rejected and not in your late 20s to mid-30s?)). But in your later years, you will realise that all those times you have gotten dumped has only helped you become the confident person that you are now ((assuming you allow it of course, this is not a guaranteed result)).
The service at a restaurant is appalling.
I have seen this happen too many times to count. It is so easy to allow the service at a restaurant or bar to affect your evening, when really ((unless you are dining alone)) it should be the company you are keeping that defines how great the night is. You huff and you puff but you are not going to blow the house down; because at the end of the night you will be leaving the restaurant and could choose to never go back there again – but you have to face your friends over and over again. Unless you are on a date, in which case it is an even worse idea to allow the service to ruin your night – your focus should be on your date ((for goodness sake! Did I really have to point that out to you?))

Can you think of some other “disasters?”

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Selling my soul

fragileheart — Wed, 17 Feb 2010 16:00:08 +0000

I sold my soul, so to speak, so I could make use of newer bells and whistles ((plugins and widgets)) since the theme I was using for such a long time was not exactly compatible with the latest version of wordpress. I was also hoping to fix the problem of the extra apostrophes but it seems that is just not my luck. I was hoping that with the latest version of wordpress ((2.9.2)) that it would be fixed but that just has not been the case. So I am going to try my best not to use apostrophes and write out all my words.

I actually really like this theme but I definitely need to find a way to personalise it. The lack of header image will drive me crazy after a little while. This is why I consider it selling my soul… but let us face it: it is better than a broken blog ((there was more wrong with the blog than I thought when I first started fiddling again)).

Is it fitting, or not so fitting that this is the title of my post on Ash Wednesday 2010? I am not sure. Many of you who know me, know that I am Catholic by birth but that I am by no means Catholic by practice. I believe in a divine being but I certainly don not believe in organised religion. I believe in traditions and the values that can be instilled in people when they are taught and followed, but I also believe that it is more important to understand the why behind traditions rather than blindly following them.

And many of you also know that every year I give up chocolate for lent. This year might be my toughest year for this yet – I have been craving and eating chocolate for the past month or so like it is going out of production. A lot of it can be attributed to the recent emotional turmoil I have been going through, but according to my dear friend Jo it could also just be my body telling me that I need more calories since I have started being more active ((with dance, and yoga)).

I am trying to figure out something else to give up but I really can not think of anything. I gave up facebook last year but that was because I found myself obsessively checking my news feed every 3 seconds ((I wish I was exaggerating)). The only addiction I have picked up recently is jazz dance, and I think it would be silly to give that up. So instead, I am going to do this for lent: every night I am going to write down three things that I am grateful for. I have already started doing it this week; and it is not easy. There are no rules other than the why must always be written, if it is something frivolous, materialistic or small – because chances are it is related to something more important.

What are you giving up for lent?

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Named days, and why I need them

fragileheart — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 16:00:53 +0000

Call me a sucker for days that are assigned to celebrate something in particular. Maybe it’’s because I like keeping a schedule. Maybe it’’s because I”m too lazy or busy to do it on any random day. But I like celebrating love on Valentine’’s Day and I like celebrating family on Family Day. And you better believe I”m going to have myself some pancakes on Shrove Tuesday and that I will refrain from meat on Ash Wednesday.

It’’s not like I don”t celebrate my family any other day of the year – but I like the idea that there’’s a day when it’’s not cheesy or corny or overly emotional to do so. There’’s a line in the new movie, “Valentine’’s Day” that Reed (played by Ashton Kutcher) says something like, “I love Valentine’’s Day. I can be as corny and be as crazy in love as I want and no one is going to think I”m crazy because everyone is in love on Valentine’’s Day!”. That’’s how I feel about Valentine’’s Day. Because I love to love. I”m not going to deny it, I do. I”ve always loved being in love but that hasn”t helped me have a successful relationship… so I”m putting that on hold (sort of). But that’’s not what this post is about.

My last post wasn”t a cry for help like my pre-Christmas post was; I was just… trying to let go of some of the emotions I was feeling about Valentine’’s Day. I actually had a pretty good weekend thanks to great friends and family (and a certain someone else who made me smile on several occasions this weekend).

The thing is, I like the idea that there is one day that a large percentage of the population mentally and emotionally come together to celebrate something as wonderful as love. Yes, couples can celebrate their love any (and hopefully every) day of the year… but there is something magical that happens when seemingly everyone around you celebrates their love with you (but not literally of course) – imagine applying an exponent to love… and that exponent, when the love is celebrated with the right person is ?.

“…And love. Love above all. No… not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… over-throws life. Unbiddable, ungovernable – like a riot in the heart, and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture. Love – like there has never been in a play.”
– Gwyneth Paltrow in Shakespeare in Love.

Happy Family Day!

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