I may not always like at times, but life is a beautiful blend of joy, tragedy and dreams. If not for one, I could not have the other.
All of the years I spent trying to be someone you could be proud of would have been better spent being proud of myself for who I already was.
Life became more aligned when I started taking some of the advice I’d been dishing out to my friends.
Don’t forget to pause and nourish yourself a bit along the way. When you’re born to help others sometimes you forget to help yourself.
You can’t sweep something broken into a bag and call it whole. It takes repair.
I call my it “the Book of Paula” or BoP for short. Those are my own opinions, based on experience.
And my heart is breakingMy heart is lying on the floor in a pool of tearsI keep asking the same questions only to have them unanswered
I don’t know the perfect thing to say when a person is hurting but I do know the last thing they want to hear are reasons they shouldn’t be hurting.
Hurting the person who hurt you won’t heal your pain. Let them go. Karma will deal with them you don’t have to write the script for the universe.
When we see others cry it is difficult, not because of feeling their pain, but your own.
The moment I felt my life return was when I took a breath and said to him, “No thank you. Were I as perfect as you are demanding, life would be rather boring.
I’m amazed how my soul is served the messages I need to be fed at exactly the time I’m in need. When I’m open.
I lit the candles and said out loud, “what am I waiting on? Someone to sell them in a garage sale for a quarter after I die?” And it was beautiful. And the smell was even more incredible than I remembered.
People may say no one ever died of a broken heart, but when you’re suffering from one, it sure doesn’t feel that way–at least initially.
Don’t beg a man to keep you. If he isn’t sure you are the right one make the decision for yourself. You deserve better than maybe.