The bright side of life with Hope #2

Going your way

Fear. Fear is the wall keeping people from your life.
Fear of rejection, fear of getting hurt, fear that the past repeats itself.
You can't live free while you are trapped in the past. You can't enjoy the present if you keep on seeing your reality through the eyes of past experiences.
People change everyday.You change everyday. The whole world is different with every sunrise.
Believe in changes.Believe in people. Believe in you.
They say that doing the same thing over and over again and expect different results is the definition of being crazy. I say that missing out on good things because bad things have happened before is not that sane either.

With love.

Hope

Revenge's black list #2

Owning my time

When you have plans and you don't show up you are robbing my time.

When you're one hour late, you are taking something I can never get back.

When you call 5 minutes before saying you're not going to show up, you are wasting a little bit of my life.

So... I'm going to be very busy for the next few months.. I might even have to cancel some plans.

Who knows... maybe I'll be stuck at work and call you the next day with a " ohhh... I'm sorry...".

Revenge

From Apple's journal #10

I really don't know what it is... but yeah, maybe it is the shelves.
Maybe it is the way things are organized and lined up so neatly under my control. Or maybe it's the smell of paint.
I don't know... but I love it!
I love taking a collapsing building and taking care of it. Slowly covering every whole in the walls, cleaning all the rumble that gathered inside, painting over the faded colors, putting in new doors, fixing the windows...
I like taking something that was broken and putting it back together.
And then, when it's done, I get to fill it with precious books, and toys, and clothes... all neatly organized.
I think it gives me hope. It makes me feel that even when things are about to crumble they can be saved and can be given a new life.
And by things I mean people, relationships, lives...
Sometimes all it takes it's a new coat of paint.
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Yes... but when you're dealing with buildings it takes way more that that and let me tell you this is an expensive hobby I found!
And this brings me to the obvious conclusion :
"Discovered a new addiction. Seriously thinking about selling myself to pay for it. :P Any takers?"
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No.. I'm kidding!!! I'm not for sale...
I'm for *rent*! It pays more. :P

From Apple's journal #9

What do I decide to do the second day I'm a mother of two?
A 15 hour car trip!
Yes, I know... you must be thinking that I was out of my mind but I really did not want to put the kids through a long crowded flight with the possibility of having them both suffer from that awful sensation we get on our ears when the plane takes off and when it lands.
So I packed up our stuff, made sure I had plenty of food and drinks in the car and a huge collection of kid music and hit the road with Owen, Ruby and Velvet on the back seat.
I think I must be the luckiest mom in the world because Ruby slept for 13 of the 15 hours it took to get to London and Owen was such a good sport.
As we left New York Owen fell asleep too. He took a 4 hour nap with Velvet's head in his lap.
We spend the rest of the way singing ( you can't imagine the kind of animals Old McDonald can have in his farm...) and playing games.
I got him to talk a little too.
He stopped calling me mommy and went back to calling me lady.
I asked why he called me that and he said he didn't know my name. I explained that my name was Apple but if he wanted to he could call me mom.
He looked at my with a funny expression on his face and said:
"You're not an apple! You're not green!"
I told him that Apple was my name like Owen was his and suddenly it was like he finally understood why the hell everyone was calling me that.
So the past two days my son thought I had no name and everyone just called me a fruit. I had to laugh!
After that he alternated between Apples (apparently i can't be only one) and mom or mommy.

From Apple's journal #8

I have a son.
He's name is Owen and he is three years old.
Owen lost his mother long before she left this world and I was lucky enough to be chosen to be apart of his life.
He is a beautiful boy with patient eyes and a bright smile.
But what do you say to a little boy to make him feel like he belongs? To make him feel safe?
You don't say anything. You love him with all your heart, you hold him tight, you play with him, you talk with him and you make sure he knows he is wanted.
You find out what is his favorite food and his favorite song and his favorite color. You make him eat his vegetables and brush his teeth and tuck him in at night and kiss him goodnight.
You act like a mom because that is exactly what you are.