I recently read a blog post on giving up. I found it very interesting. We are so conditioned to the concept of never giving up and that giving up means losing. I’m a very persistent and passionate person. When I want something I go after it and I don’t stop till I get it. I’m not a happy loser and hate being defeated. Sometimes giving up is exactly the right thing to do. Sometimes the thing you are trying to beat is just not your game.
Anyone who knows me knows I am very transparent. I am not good at filtering and can’t hide my emotions. I suck at poker. I go all in and everyone knows what cards I’m holding. I never win because bluffing is not something I’m good at. Today me and the girl in the blue dress talked again.
I have this blue forcefield I use. I put it around me to keep me safe. Unfortunately that forcefield is thin. A tiny little pin prick bursts it and I’m defenseless. Today her and I talked about playing games you can win and ones you can improve on. I don’t have a magical forcefield to keep me from losing. But what I do have is strengths and things I’m good at.
There are games I play well. Ones that don’t require bluffing. One of them is ping pong. Maybe this is a lame example, but this is the one she gave me. My ex-husband and friends used to play it a lot. I could beat every girl and plenty of the guys. It was something I could practice and improve on. I used to go down to my basement and practice serving by myself. I’d go chase the ball and serve it again and again and again till I got good at it.
My spirit guide told me this morning to stop playing games I don’t like and I can’t win, and to practice the ones I enjoy and can improve on. You can’t win every game.
I googled jaded. I always understood it to mean cynical, but that’s not really what it means. It means lacking the ability to be enthusiastic.
This morning I was meditating and my spirit guide gave me some wisdom. She reminded me of my son Jeremy. Before I had Jeremy I had 3 pregnancy losses. The first time I got pregnant I was young and naive. I didn’t expect anything to go wrong. I still remember the way I felt when I miscarried. The second time I was cautiously optimistic. The third time I got pregnant I thought this can’t possibly go wrong. What are the odds.
The fourth time I got pregnant with my son Jeremy, I didn’t get excited. I wasn’t hopeful. In fact, I was certain he was going to be another miscarriage. I had heavy bleeding during the first 12 weeks of my pregnancy. I had no reason to expect that his pregnancy would go better than the ones before. I was jaded. It’s a feeling a little different than hopelessness. I wasn’t enthusiastic or excited. Those days of blissful excitement were over.
What I learned from this experience was that I loved my son in a more appreciative way when I had him. I was grateful and treasured him. I went into his pregnancy with no enthusiasm, no expectations of a happy ending, and when he was born I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.
Why am I sharing this? The universe told me there is joyfulness that comes after being jaded. Maybe you don’t go into things with the woosh of your heart, maybe your expectations are exceedingly low, maybe you can’t be excited anymore, maybe the universe is preparing you… For something amazing.
This was written for me.
You can thank my sister for the interesting title. I really wanted my first post to be something different, but she insisted on this one and since she paid for the blog I’m going with it.
As you can imagine, the reason for the title was due to a conversation with the sis. I informed her that according to a friend, you can make 36k on pornhub. And maybe y’all think I’m conceited, but I’m pretty sure I could get 36k worth of views. Needless to say, my sister was not impressed and gave me the sis talk. So ok here I am sis. Why I’m better than a porn star. This is probably not going to be written the way you anticipated. Actually you know me pretty well so…
#1 I can turn you on without taking my clothes off
I bet you weren’t expecting that one sis. So yeh there is something to be said for pornography. I’m not a judger, but I also believe there is more to attraction than a naked body. Intelligence, substance, confidence, and integrity are more attractive than naked boobs. Go ahead and argue with me Facebook friends.
#2 I’m 100 percent real
No fake boobs, no fake orgasms. What you see is what you get. I’m a passionate, open person and comfortable with myself, flaws and all.
#3 I have more skills than a porn star
I’m not one to judge. I will say maybe it takes a little skill to be a porn star, but I don’t think so. I can make websites, do graphic design, write, create a business. And you know, fight aliens. Beat that one. 😁
That’s all I’ve got sis.
Badass alien fighter signing out. More tomorrow. Tomorrow’s post will be better. I had a rough morning fighting aliens with coffee. They hate when you drink coffee. 💙