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Sometimes we don't appreciate the little things until one day we realize that those little things held a big meaning.
I dated P seven years ago. We were together for a year and even though it was a short relationship compared to my others, it is one I often reflect on because it changed my life.
It's one of those relationships that I look back on and always think of ways I could have saved it. I made a lot of mistakes, which partly led to our demise. That relationship taught me to never underestimate how a man can feel about me, even if he doesn't verbally say so. It's all about a person's actions. I'm the type of woman who wants to hear how a guy feels. P was a romantic but his gestures were subtle and sometimes, he was a quiet man who valued his space. So I didn't really notice his subtle gestures of love until now.
The grandest gesture that he did for me was one that went totally unnoticed until the day we broke up and by then, it was too late. For an entire year, he had always slept on the right side of the bed. I naturally thought that was the side of the bed he preferred, which was great for me since I always sleep on the left.
I dated P seven years ago. We were together for a year and even though it was a short relationship compared to my others, it is one I often reflect on because it changed my life.
It's one of those relationships that I look back on and always think of ways I could have saved it. I made a lot of mistakes, which partly led to our demise. That relationship taught me to never underestimate how a man can feel about me, even if he doesn't verbally say so. It's all about a person's actions. I'm the type of woman who wants to hear how a guy feels. P was a romantic but his gestures were subtle and sometimes, he was a quiet man who valued his space. So I didn't really notice his subtle gestures of love until now.
The grandest gesture that he did for me was one that went totally unnoticed until the day we broke up and by then, it was too late. For an entire year, he had always slept on the right side of the bed. I naturally thought that was the side of the bed he preferred, which was great for me since I always sleep on the left.
I love Audrey Hepburn. Everyone who knows me, know I loves me some Audrey.
I call my bedroom the Audrey room. There's framed Audrey movie posters, huge Audrey canvas I scored at IKEA and even an Audrey clock that my brother gave me for Christmas two years ago. I own two Audrey tees, an Audrey lunchbox, books and am now on a quest for some Audrey ballerina flats. My friend Donna actually found an Audrey Hepburn wine glass that she gifted me! I even have an Audrey luggage tag on my suitcase.
People often ask me, "Why do you love Audrey so much?" and it is assumed that I love her because she was and is still a fashion icon. Nope, that's not the reason. Don't get me wrong. I love her style and have mimicked it at times in my life. But what I love about Audrey so much is that she was fearless.
She had been through a lot in her life. Audrey lived in Europe during World War II, mostly in the Netherlands and her father was absent for most of her life. Her plan was to be a ballet dancer and she trained so well that by the time she was 15, she was dancing in secret for groups of people to collect money for the Dutch resistance. Her family starved and really suffered during the war. But she used her creative talents as an outlet and even drew as a way to pass the time. This is why she became so passionate in helping others and became a humanitarian later in life, becoming a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador.
After being told that she was too tall and weak to become a prima ballerina, she worked in theatre to pay the bills until she was discovered and became the wonderful actress that she is known for.
Audrey never gave up. She was a decent ballerina but that wasn't her calling. She was great at theatre but that wasn't her calling. All of these things just led her to her actual calling. I always believed that acting wasn't her true calling either. It was another step towards her true calling of being inspiring to others. Helping others through her own experiences and being able to make enough money to be able to help others too. Audrey was about love, persistence, kindness, gratitude and generosity. She was so thankful for her life, even the bad times. Because she knew there was always a lesson to be learned. And she knew how to live her life gracefully and with dignity.
So, why do I love Audrey so much? Because she was someone who I strive to be like. She had such a wonderful heart and despite all the setbacks she encountered (even in her adult life, she suffered miscarriages, failed marriages and eventually died from cancer), she always had a smile on her face and never turned away from anyone.
Her birthday was May 4, this past Sunday and I always try to have one good adventure and do three good deeds in her honor. This year was no different. People like her are rare but they make such an impact. She will always be my hero. I'll be honoring her all month because for me, May is Audrey month.
I call my bedroom the Audrey room. There's framed Audrey movie posters, huge Audrey canvas I scored at IKEA and even an Audrey clock that my brother gave me for Christmas two years ago. I own two Audrey tees, an Audrey lunchbox, books and am now on a quest for some Audrey ballerina flats. My friend Donna actually found an Audrey Hepburn wine glass that she gifted me! I even have an Audrey luggage tag on my suitcase.
My Audrey canvas in the background |
People often ask me, "Why do you love Audrey so much?" and it is assumed that I love her because she was and is still a fashion icon. Nope, that's not the reason. Don't get me wrong. I love her style and have mimicked it at times in my life. But what I love about Audrey so much is that she was fearless.
She had been through a lot in her life. Audrey lived in Europe during World War II, mostly in the Netherlands and her father was absent for most of her life. Her plan was to be a ballet dancer and she trained so well that by the time she was 15, she was dancing in secret for groups of people to collect money for the Dutch resistance. Her family starved and really suffered during the war. But she used her creative talents as an outlet and even drew as a way to pass the time. This is why she became so passionate in helping others and became a humanitarian later in life, becoming a UNICEF Goodwill Ambassador.
After being told that she was too tall and weak to become a prima ballerina, she worked in theatre to pay the bills until she was discovered and became the wonderful actress that she is known for.
Audrey never gave up. She was a decent ballerina but that wasn't her calling. She was great at theatre but that wasn't her calling. All of these things just led her to her actual calling. I always believed that acting wasn't her true calling either. It was another step towards her true calling of being inspiring to others. Helping others through her own experiences and being able to make enough money to be able to help others too. Audrey was about love, persistence, kindness, gratitude and generosity. She was so thankful for her life, even the bad times. Because she knew there was always a lesson to be learned. And she knew how to live her life gracefully and with dignity.
So, why do I love Audrey so much? Because she was someone who I strive to be like. She had such a wonderful heart and despite all the setbacks she encountered (even in her adult life, she suffered miscarriages, failed marriages and eventually died from cancer), she always had a smile on her face and never turned away from anyone.
Her birthday was May 4, this past Sunday and I always try to have one good adventure and do three good deeds in her honor. This year was no different. People like her are rare but they make such an impact. She will always be my hero. I'll be honoring her all month because for me, May is Audrey month.
Last weekend, I went on a trip to DC on a whim. A friend asked me at the last minute to go and I, of course, being the adventurer I am, jumped at the chance.
I have been to DC many times over the years but I have to say, I felt like I saw the city for the first time this past weekend. It really is true that your travel partner can make a difference in how your trip turns out. I was cloud chasing in full force all weekend. The weather was beautiful and I just felt so free.
I also worked through two fears while in DC. First, I actually wore a white cropped jacket. I have not worn white since I was a kid. I have a hatred of the color white because I was always told that white makes you look fatter. That white is not flattering on a plus size body. This white jacket had been sitting in my closet for two years. I finally decided to cut off the tags and put it into fashion rotation and I LOVE IT.
Ironically, I ended up wearing a white top on Friday and Saturday. I was so bold, lol. Not sure if I'm ready for white pants yet. Baby steps, people.
I also have a fear of walking up and down steep stairs that don't have arm-rails. I fell down a flight of stairs almost 20 years ago and broke my ankle. So I have always been afraid of falling again. And I never visited the monuments in DC for that very reason. I realized this past weekend that I was missing out on something wonderful because my fear was holding me back. Walking up and down the stairs of the Jefferson Memorial on my first night of DC was such a defining moment for me. I felt stronger and more fearless. I felt like I let go and that alone was so freeing. And I got to see the sunset as I walked down the stairs.
As I always say, it's all about the adventure! And I kicked fear to the curb last weekend. Yes!
I have been to DC many times over the years but I have to say, I felt like I saw the city for the first time this past weekend. It really is true that your travel partner can make a difference in how your trip turns out. I was cloud chasing in full force all weekend. The weather was beautiful and I just felt so free.
I also worked through two fears while in DC. First, I actually wore a white cropped jacket. I have not worn white since I was a kid. I have a hatred of the color white because I was always told that white makes you look fatter. That white is not flattering on a plus size body. This white jacket had been sitting in my closet for two years. I finally decided to cut off the tags and put it into fashion rotation and I LOVE IT.
Ironically, I ended up wearing a white top on Friday and Saturday. I was so bold, lol. Not sure if I'm ready for white pants yet. Baby steps, people.
I also have a fear of walking up and down steep stairs that don't have arm-rails. I fell down a flight of stairs almost 20 years ago and broke my ankle. So I have always been afraid of falling again. And I never visited the monuments in DC for that very reason. I realized this past weekend that I was missing out on something wonderful because my fear was holding me back. Walking up and down the stairs of the Jefferson Memorial on my first night of DC was such a defining moment for me. I felt stronger and more fearless. I felt like I let go and that alone was so freeing. And I got to see the sunset as I walked down the stairs.
As I always say, it's all about the adventure! And I kicked fear to the curb last weekend. Yes!
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