Saturday, April 20, 2013

INSANELY REAL LOVE...THE FOREVER KIND

Before you go much further, you have to watch this.  It's cute and funny and will shock you how it will make you cry your eyes out as it moves your very heart and soul.  Well, at least that's how I felt.  I was really surprised, as I thought nothing could top the 12 times I had cried at the end of Wedding Singer.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WNfvuJr9164

Over 4 hours later, I still feel such bitter sweet emotion in my heart.  Life will have its joy, but it helps us with the pain. What can I say after watching something like this? The best part was some of the comments below the video, especially from guys! It really made me think of all the sweet genuine guys I know and that there is hope for single ladies that haven't found the love of their life that will be their Danny. Gives a girl hope.

I'm gonna go outside. Throw some rocks feel more man like.

Well done, you've made an Englishman cry. The emotion police are coming to take me away. I hope you're all happy with yourselves. (Seriously, if I can ever have but a fraction of what they had, I will die happy.)

Oh shit I'm already crying

i cannot count the number of times i have come back to this video. it warms my heart as it brings tears to my eyes. it gives me hope.

Patrick Johnson 2 months ago
man,you could show this to the hardist convict,vet,MMA fighter or any person and thay will cry. RIP Danny hope you are in a better place now.

I cried because this was so beautiful. And i never cry.

I really loved the girls comment below. Sometimes we are in a hurry for whatever reason and settle for Mr. Right Now, when this whole thing proves that it is worth everything in the world to be patient and keep your heart for Mr. Right.  It's not always easy, but I would much rather give my entire heart and everything I am to the one man that will capture my attention and my love forever.  I will be the only woman in the entire world that he could see himself spending his life with and he will be the only guy that I would move heaven and earth for.  I don't think that's hard to comprehend.

People ask me when I'm more selective when it comes to guys. This is why. Because there's someone like this out there for me, and I when I know a guy is not him, well I say goodbye

Because love and marriage and all that stuff in the end has nothing whatsoever to do with how big and expensive your ring is, how much you go into debt to have the fairytale wedding, how much your dress costs, or where you got it. You could have someone that makes tons of money, has a car that is the envy of everyone,  a massive rich house, or the body of a chiseled athlete. What happens in the blink of an eye if all that disappears? When it's all stripped away, who are you really under it all? It's about the very heart of that special someone and why you stay through the good times and the bad.  Not just the good. Actions that show it and not just words. More spent on the actual relationship that lasts well after your one day of wedding is long gone.

I am not down on having the ultimate wedding of your dreams, as it should be the most amazing day of your entire life in every single way.  That should be the plan anyhow. But I would much rather have a $100 cubic zirconia ring, a wedding in the smallest chapel in the world, and a pizza buffet, if the trade off was even a short time of real love like this Danny and Annie.

I don't know.  You tell me.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Moving on....With my Heart

Off my wall but not off my heart???
After I finished my earlier post of the evening, and in the middle of some more packing (actually), I realized something that I had to take down off my wall, but more so off my heart.
 
 I am not great at interior decorating, so I have usually always left my walls sort of bare until I moved in here.  I did this as a tribute to my Dad; my Papa or Pa as we always called him. I am a stone mason's daughter, who loves any kind of stone "art". I got these beautiful assorted removable stones that I stuck to my wall, ending with this hockey puck with a special Montreal Canadiens toonie nestled inside that I had sent my dad from the Winnipeg mint. 
 
After he passed away and on one of my first visits back to the house, I really wanted something of his as a keepsake.  He had knicknacks galore on mantles, bookshelves, and fireplaces, and collected things even as far back as I can remember as a kid. Anything to do with Italy, soccer, and bocce; that much I remember. I picked a bocce trophy (as he was always close but this one was actually 1st place) and this hockey puck for some reason.
 
It has been over 3 years since he passed away, and I have mostly good days now.  Every so often I will see something so random though that gets me.  It could be a little Italian old man that resembles him or a container of Unico tuna in olive oil that he used to get from the Italian store. Or an Italian song like the ones he used to belt out in his rich loud voice in church. Or hearing a harmonica or accordian. 
 
But now, my wall caught my eye as in my head repeated the words....moving on....moving on....
 
I know I have to take this memoir down from my wall, but I think that God was using this moment in time to help me move on a little more with my heart and my head. It's hard when you loose a loved one, because your life will never be the same.  But there are moments that you know God is smiling at you and helping you really and truly move on a little more. Healing for your heart in whatever your pain and hope in all things eternal that will never leave you lonely.
 

MOVING....ON....

C.S. Lewis wrote: "There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind."  That is really proving to be true in my life in the last few years.  Sometimes we resist the change of life moving us forward and we find it so hard to let go of certain things.  They could be good things or bad things or both. Like relationships, homes, jobs, schools, friends.  For example, moving to another place, which is only 3 sleeps away for me. Even though it's a good change and super close to my current place, it's still hard to step into the unknown. There are things I liked about my place and my landlords, but ultimately I'm making a good decision that fell into place for all the right reasons. 

It made me think about the last 2 years and coming back to Langley, BC (home for me.) I had another job before my current one that I thought would be my ultimate dream job: Assistant Manager at a big Music & Dance studio.  Wonderful turned into a nightmare pretty fast when it was clear that I would be doing no assistant managing and I was in a work environment where many of the people I worked with seemed to hate their job with a passion.  I felt so trapped and so disillusioned.  I truly felt that it was the most perfect job for me and the best fit, and time and soul searching proved the opposite.

By a "random" happening and right after some horrible work situations, I came across the job posting for my current job.  (I have many job titles, but I am officially the Executive Assistant for a Catholic college, which is part of a large Protestant University.)  I didn't know what I was in for until I actually started there (haha), but I soon realized that this was actually the dream job in the environment that I had wanted to be in my whole entire life.  All my work experiences, even the very worst ones, had truly prepared me for this job.  I love it so much, that it would be hard for someone to grasp that has never been to the college.  We work hard, we play hard, we pray hard.  It is awesome.  That is FAR better than anything that I had to give up.  Like being rich or famous.  Ah, no.  Being happy is a far better thing than what I left behind.

It also makes me think about moving.  I am so good at moving, that right now I am sitting here typing while it looks like to the untrained eye that I have not really been packing.  I do my best work under pressure, so it's all good.  That's all I will say about that.  This is my 5th move in the last 2 years and I'm a pro at living out of suitcases, till just a while ago. Some people don't get my life.  They will never understand all the reasons I have not had a chance to have much stability and they will probably judge me because they have had the same career their whole life or lived in the same place forever or have been married with kids for a while now.  It doesn't bother me whatsoever, but being ok with myself and not being so hard on myself took alot of time. Some people take a while to get to the place they are meant to be at, or with the person they are meant to be with.  That's just life.  Plus for some reason, even though I like stability and things staying consistent, I equally like change in a weird way.  Like fresh starts over and over.  Well, it's true.  Gotta look on the bright side.

Every place I moved to though in the past 2 years did get better and better.  What started off as jumping on a greyhound bus from Manitoba (Canada) with just 2 suitcases and my guitar slowly progressed to where I am right now.  It took so many ups and downs (mostly downs) and I never thought I would see any hope in some pretty dire situations.  It was hard to leave everything behind and not even know what the next day would hold.  But it proved to be one of the best decisions I had ever made.  Time, God, family, old friends, new friends etc. etc. helped to grow me into the person that has been through things and lived to tell about them.  Things were so bad before I moved back, but I was resisting everything that was pretty much pushing me out of that town.  I tried to make it all work in about a million different ways. But we can only control our lives sometimes as much as we can control a rainy windstorm in BC (like today.)

I cannot even comprehend what my life would be like right now if I had resisted the many changes that happened in these 2 years. Even when bad things happened, good things did follow after. Like it always does. Well, back to packing. Or not....