Morning Has Broken

I got a dear friend the book Women Who Love Too Much as a birthday present and I had a chance to read the first few pages before giving it to her. Those few pages were enough for me to see the need to get my own copy of the book. That brief reading was in great timing as I am finally turning the page of a chapter that should have been turned almost three years ago.

It has become clear to me that I was internally fixated on what I had lost, on what had been done to me. One step outside my victim mental box and I came to appreciate all I have gained and done these last three years. I’ve become independent, I’ve supported myself and all my critters, I’ve given and received love, I’ve formed and maintained friendships while solidifying existing ones, I’ve come to know my city better, I’ve grown as a woman and a professional, and I’ve come to feel so much more comfortable in my own skin.

It is empowering and gratifying to taste the lemonade I’ve been able to make from life’s lemons.  

They danced to the beat of their own music, synchronizing their steps. One song, two songs, three songs and all around them stood still. Free of worries and distractions, they danced the night away with the stars and the moon stepping aside to let the sun glow on their warm skin.

Conversations with friends about relationships, disappoinment, betrayal, hope and all that other good stuff that romatic love often entails, I’ve come to wonder the following:

1) What makes me "lovable" to those of the opposite sex?

2) What have my partners learned from me? Is there anything good they have taken with them after the breakup? Did I contribute in any good way to their lives?

3) What do past partners think of when they hear my name or I happen to enter their mind (if that ever happens)? Is there anything they wish they had told me? What would they do or say if we suddenly ran into each other on the street? How awkward would that be?

4) Just how much baggage did I leave them? I sure hope it was light, but, then again, you never know.

La Mujer

Si aún no ha pasado el bisturí por tu piel, si no tienes implantes de silicona en alguna parte de tu cuerpo,si los gorditos no te generan trauma, si nunca has sufrido de anorexia, si tu estatura no afecta tu desarrollo personal, si cuando vas a la playa prefieres divertirte en el mar y no estar sobre una toalla durante horas, si crees que la fidelidad sí es posible y la practicas, si sabes cómo se prepara un arroz, si puedes preparar un almuerzo completo, si tu prioridad no es ser rubia a como de lugar, si no te levantas a las 4:00 a.m. para poder alcanzar a hacerte el blower, si puedes salir con saco de sudadera tranquila a la calle un domingo sin una gota de maquillaje en el rostro… ESTÁS EN VÍA DE EXTINCIÓN…. BIENVENIDA! EL DULCE SABOR DE UNA MUJER EXQUISITA (por Gabriel García Márquez)

Una mujer exquisita no es aquella que más hombres tiene a sus pies, si no aquella que tiene uno solo que la hace realmente feliz.
Una mujer hermosa no es la más joven, ni la más flaca, ni la que tiene el cutis más terso o el cabello más llamativo, es aquella que con tan sólo una franca y abierta sonrisa y un buen consejo puede alegrarte la vida.
Una mujer valiosa no es aquella que tiene más títulos, ni más cargos académicos, es aquella que sacrifica su sueño temporalmente por hacer felices a los demás.
Una mujer exquisita no es la más ardiente (aunque si me preguntan a mí, todas las mujeres son muy ardientes… Los que estamos fuera de foco somos los hombres ) sino la que vibra al hacer el amor solamente con el hombre que ama.
Una mujer interesante no es aquella que se siente halagada al ser admirada por su belleza y elegancia, es aquella mujer firme de carácter que puede decir NO.