Friday, June 19, 2015

Love, Hate and Everything In Between

"Legend": From here on out, references to my ex will either be "the ex" for "A", the co-parenting therapist will be Dr. B and to my personal therapist will be Dr. A.

Last week I was in a co-parenting therapy session with the ex - the last for now, and probably the last in general as I realize I have to just accept that nothing will change. Dr. B started off with a little introduction of things such as mindfulness and doing things for the purpose of the kids and lots of things that I wholeheartedly agree with - reasons that I "forced" Adam to go to co-parenting therapy  (cause I apparently didn't learn my lesson when I forced him to go to personal therapy and marriage counseling when we were married) and why I was trying my hardest to just have a civil relationship with him.  

After getting into that, Dr. B. started to talk about how - compared with many others - we actually didn't have major issues and that we seemed to be civil enough and there was no hatred among us and that we didn't wish ill will upon the other.

He said that and I really wanted to interrupt and correct him and say there was hatred - Adam previously admitted to me that he hated me, and recently I have been contemplating whether I hate him.  I didn't interrupt him but that is the purpose of this post.

On numerous occasions immediately after we separated, it was clear to me that Adam hated me, and I called him out on it and he never denied it.  In all fairness, he never admitted it either, but based on the way he "treats" me and acts towards me, it is quite clear that his feelings are well past a dislike and into the hatred category.

Personally, even though I don't like to use the word hate, I really WANT to hate him.  But I just don't know that I have it in me to hate someone.  I hate the things he does - intentionally or not intentionally - to me. I hate the attitude he takes towards things and his complete irresponsibility. I hate his lack of parenting, communication and motivation to be a better person. I hate how he is always full of excuses for everything and never takes ownership of anything.  I hate that he lies about everything - including the statement that he no longer lies - and that you can never trust a single word he says. I hate that this was always the case and I was completely blind to it until the kids came. Most of all, I hate that I can't bring myself to actually hate him.  I can honestly say that I hate everything about him, but somehow I don't hate him.

Is it because I've just found "acceptance"?  Is it because he is the father of my children?  Is it because I know that at one point, I was in love with him, so there just has to be some redeeming qualities?  Or is it because there is no place for hatred among people?

I don't think it's the acceptance thing because, although I am making progress towards that, I don't think I've gotten to the point of complete acceptance.  I also don't think its the latter, because I can say without a doubt in my mind that I 100% truly hate his parents - but that can be a topic for another day and time - and I don't have major qualms about saying I hate who he is, but not him overall.

After that therapy session, I heard two podcasts that made me think about this topic even more and resulted in my decision to blog about it. The first was from Life Is A Marathon and the podcast was titled "How To Love the Unloveable" and the podcast originated because the host (Bruce Van Horn), ends each episode by saying "I love you" and an Italian listener didn't understand how he could say he loves his audience when he doesn't even know his audience personally, and questioned whether his true meaning was the italian phrase "ti voglio bene!" which roughly translates to "I want the good for you"

Just as I think hate is a very strong word that should require consideration before choosing to use it, I think love is also a strong word that requires consideration before use...in a romantic "atmosphere". On the other hand, I feel love is a happy word that we should use often to spread joy and happiness in our everyday lives - and that is the love that Bruce Van Horn speaks of when he tells us he loves us.

"I want the good for you" doesn't accurately portray (for me) what love does in a non-romantic setting. I think it is possible to have non-romantic feelings of love for people and things.  I love my kids, my dog, my family in a very personal, non-romantic way.  And here is where I bring the postfull circle.

I hate everything about my ex, and I so badly want to hate him, I truly dislike him, but...


...I love him.  I love him in a completely non-romantic, not even personal, way.


Without him, I wouldn't have N and S. Without him I wouldn't have learned hard life lessons that have helped me grow tremendously and will continue to help me grow. Without him, I wouldn't have learned to find acceptance, to be less OCD about things and to find happiness and joy.  Without him I wouldn't be who I am and I wouldn't have improved my self-esteem issues. Without him, I wouldn't know that somewhere there really is someone out there for me where I won't have to accept major flaws that eat at me daily.  Without him I wouldn't have learned what love is not, so I am more able to learn and know what true love is.

There is so much between love and hate, yet they are so intertwined that finding that space in between is quite difficult.


Monday, June 1, 2015

No Family Stuff, No Childhood Shit, I Just Need Some Strategies

After my last therapy session, I re-listened to Brene Brown's TED talks on Vulnerability and Shame A LOT. Both talks resonate with me, but the vulnerability one more so (right now).

At one point, Dr. Brown discusses having a breakdown from the results of her research on vulnerability and finding a therapist to "work through it". And here is what she says about it in the talk:
"So I found a therapist. My first meeting with her, Diana -- I brought in my list of the way the whole-hearted live, and I sat down. And she said, "How are you?" And I said, "I'm great. I'm okay." She said, "What's going on?" And this is a therapist who sees therapists, because we have to go to those, because their B.S. meters are good.  And so I said, "Here's the thing, I'm struggling." And she said, "What's the struggle?" And I said, "Well, I have a vulnerability issue. And I know that vulnerability is the core of shame and fear and our struggle for worthiness, but it appears that it's also the birthplace of joy, of creativity, of belonging, of love. And I think I have a problem, and I need some help." And I said, "But here's the thing: no family stuff, no childhood shit. I just need some strategies." 
After a few listens, that last line really resonated with me "no family stuff, no childhood shit. I just need some strategies." I didn't go into therapy outright thinking or saying that, but that's pretty much how I've been acting.

My initial introduction to therapy was back in 2013 when Adam and I went to couples therapy to try and work through our issues, and Adam was the one always in the "hot seat", so I really was just having a place to express my frustrations and be provided a few strategies to work through some of the issues.  Once the therapist realized that couples therapy was no longer going to be a help, we stopped that, but I continued to go on my own for a few months and it felt really good.  By the time we stopped (it was actually the therapist who thought there was no need for therapy), I had found a lot of peace and happiness.

Since that time, there have been ups and downs in my "relationship" with my ex, but after his mothers day antics I realized that I was giving Adam way too much space in my head, and so I started back at therapy.  First session was great and we really did discuss strategies and I incorporated some of those strategies over the following two weeks.  But my session last Tuesday progressed a bit differently.  We hit a road block, and when I asked how we get past it, the answer was no longer a strategic answer, but one that required us to delve into my past to find the root of the issue - a situation I unknowingly was dreading until the words came out of his mouth.

And that's when I felt incredibly vulnerable and felt the need to just keep things at the status quo and figure a way around it - but alas, I know very well that "easy" path is almost never the right path, nor is it typically easy in the end.

It will be a difficult road ahead, not because I have baggage, but more because I really don't know what baggage I have and I have to do a lot of deep thinking and soul searching to see what might be unconsciously causing me to react the way I do.

I know that I have a great family and wonderful friends and whatever I figure out about myself, I feel confident that I'll have a strong support network around me to help me through the tough times that lie ahead.

This will also be a big vulnerability test. I have learned to wear my vulnerabilities on my sleeve the last year or so, but I know there is so much more that I'm definitely hiding behind, whether consciously or unconsciously, whether its a matter of shame or just pure innocence, I'm scared to figure out what I might learn about myself, but I'm also a tad bit excited (yes - I'm weird) for the journey it will take me on to find an even deeper peace and happiness within myself.

Tuesday, May 26, 2015

Why I (over-)share so much

For those that read my facebook posts, follow my blog or just know me well, you know I share - A LOT.  To some it might seem like oversharing or that I'm looking for attention, and my reasons for sharing so much are many - but seeking attention is truly the furthest thing from my mind.

At first I blogged about my now-ex MIL, because she is C.R.A.Z.Y.  Like certifiably insane!*  I would share some of the antics with friends and it was the Needleman soap opera - people just couldn't get enough and kept on asking for more of the crazy stories, so I decided instead of having to say the same thing over and over and over and over again, I would just blog about it and everyone could read it themselves.

Then I realized I really enjoyed writing (even if I wasn't good) and it felt great to be able to get everything off of my chest - and it felt even better to get it off my chest and be done with it, not having to repeat the story to every family member and friend that wanted the next episode of the soap opera.

In between I would share random things on my mind or recipes, and I enjoyed that, but I found I got the most enjoyment, relief and satisfaction when I would share more personal things - using the blog as my journal of sorts.

No matter the sense of relief writing/sharing got me, there was still a lot I didn't share.  Until I did.

It started with the dreaded vague-booking. Things were getting rocky in the marriage, but I kept it hidden from 97% of my friends and family, but on many occasions, I would get so frustrated that I needed to say something, so I would vague-book.

Even when people had no clue what was going on, but they knew I was hurting inside, they would share words of encouragement - whether it be through a comment as simple as "hugs" or some thoughtful words of wisdom via email or text message.  Those messages made a huge difference to know I have such a strong support network.

Then I started to open up a bit more and shared some very personal blog posts through facebook and the words and encouragement and support were amazing. Even just to see the "likes" was a big boost for me.  And its not that I needed or wanted attention - lots of people have drama in their lives, so I'm clearly not special - its just that it felt nice to know that so many people cared for me without having to deal with all the emotions and awkwardness of sharing that in person or over the phone.

With that, it seems I'm taking the easy way out, except I do still talk a lot about it in person and over the phone, but the conversation I hate the most is this:

"...Im in the middle of a divorce..."
"I'm so sorry to hear that"
"Please, don't be sorry, it is seriously the best thing to happen to me and Im a much happier person"

I can't imagine the awkwardness the other person feels because they aren't sure how to respond, so they give the standard "I'm so sorry to hear".  And for some, that might be perfect, but for me, its not. I don't want anyone to be sorry, because first off - I got myself into the situation, and secondly (and most importantly), Im not sorry. And I feel really awkward for telling someone my marriage of 3 years failed miserably and Im the happiest and healthiest I've ever been in my life.

But I digress.  There is still one very important reason why I share. When I "came out" with my story, someone was able to put me in touch with someone who had been through a similar path, and I was able to talk to her about whats going on. Even when the conversations were just to share stories and commiserate, its nice to know someone who has truly been in your shoes - or worse - and can help guide you through the processes and what to expect each step of the way.

And before I knew it, I was able to do that for others. When I announced that I was getting divorced, no one in my friend network had discussed divorce - everyone was "happily" married.  Since announced, I have been able to be that friend for others.  My openness has allowed no less than half a dozen people to reach out to me to start the conversation for them.  Most of them are still trying to work through it and I hope for the best that they truly can work through it, but no matter what, Ill be here for whoever needs it.

So for some, the amount and details that I share is oversharing, but knowing that being so open via social media is able to help out even just one more person - even if I annoy a dozen in the process - I'm okay with it, because you can just scroll right past my posts if it annoys you, or you can read them if it resonates with you or you want to be a solid friend and support me.


*Apple doesn't fall far from the tree

Friday, May 22, 2015

Accidental Abuse

Earlier this week I read this article that is making its way around social media.  In a moment of complete and utter honesty and vulnerability, I'm gonna share with you why the title of the article interested me and what has been going through my mind the last 36 hours.

For those who haven't seen the article and didn't click the link I so generously provided you, the title of the article is "Woman Realizes That She's Been Accidentally Abusing Her Husband This Whole Time...Wow.".  For many, this article has been extremely eye opening, but for me it just caused more mental and emotional anguish to deal with, and that's because to a certain extent, I am that woman, and I realized that two years ago while I was still married and things were going south.

I have a very strong Type A personality, and to many it (understandably) comes across as if I think I am always right and can do no wrong.  But here is the thing - I KNOW very well I do things wrong. I don't know everything there is to know and I don't do everything right.  There are plenty of people out there that do plenty of things better than me.  The thing is I have high expectations of myself and my life and am incredibly hard on myself. Although I know those previous statements to be the truth and I accept them, I still do everything in my power to be the best I can be at whatever task is put in front of me and that includes keeping things clean and in order so that there are less "messes" to deal with. By that, I'm not specifically referring to physically cleaning things and having things clean, I'm referring to the overall concept. For instance, the better I stay on top of my email, the less likelihood of a task being missed and becoming an "emergency".

Just as I expect things of myself, I expect things of others in my professional and personal life.  I will admit that those expectations are not always fair (but neither is life), and for that reason I do my best to keep calm when those expectations aren't met.  

From a professional standpoint, these expectations don't become problematic for a number of reasons, but the biggest is that I was hired by someone with a personality similar to mine and we have hired individuals with similar personalities, so within our work group, we all are organized, work hard and have high expectations of ourselves.  Those that don't have that personality just haven't worked out or stuck around for very long. Outside of our department, the same can not be said about personality types, but we have systems and processes in place to keep things moving and get the job done successfully, as we all have different strengths and weaknesses that we put together and work through.

From a personal standpoint, it is a whole different story. I come up with a thousand reasons why letting my personality come out so strongly was okay, but in the end I feel like all I am doing is making excuses for myself and excuses don't make progress or instigate positive changes. But then I take a step back and remember I did make a bunch of changes during the marriage, but the issues continued to exist.  And when the marriage officially failed, I made a ton more changes, but no matter how much I try to just let small things drop, the battling continues.

So where does that leave me?  Well, I'm not totally sure.  Do I think that I accidentally abused Adam? Yes, I do think that existed to a certain extent. Do I think that if I found a way to "control" that, the marriage could have continued? Maybe, but that's a BIG MAYBE that requires more details.  I think it would have only continued because Adam wouldn't have been depressed enough to leave, and I would have been so scared of failure I would have stayed and been depressed and MISERABLE and stuck in an extremely unhappy and loveless marriage. But maybe that miseray would have led me to get enough strength and courage to leave - whichever way you think about it, the marriage in the true sense of the work would not have continued.

Do I think my marriage failed because of the existence of this "accidental abuse"? Absolutely not! My marriage failed because of lies that can be traced back to the very first conversation(s) we had. Lies that I didn't start to pick up on until about 6-9 months into our relationship, when I was so deeply in love (or so I thought) that I couldn't see that my love was for the person he was pretending to be and not the person he was. At that time, I also had very low self-esteem that I thought that the faults that I knew existed were things that I just needed to learn to accept because "he loves me and no one else will" and so I put my doubts and concerns in the back of my head and never spoke of them until recently. 

Did I have a part in the marriage failing?  No doubt about it!  At the very least, I instigated his behaviors by allowing it to continue for 3 years or so. No matter what - the marriage involved two people, and therefore the failure did too.

Where does that leave me moving forward?  Well, I'm a helluva lot more confident and stronger, have higher self-esteem, emotionally healthier and much more aware of things than I was when I was dating Adam and even when our marriage ended.  In the future, I will not allow myself to get into a relationship with someone if I have a single serious doubt or concern as to whether trouble lies ahead. Additionally, I have learned a lot of lessons as to what I can and can't actually deal with.  

  • Someone makes a mistake and buys the wrong meat - no big deal. That person continuously does the same things over and over again - that's a problem.  
  • Someone cleans up without being asked, just doesn't do it the way I would - yes that would definitely bother me, but hey - they are helping.  That person doesn't do anything without constant nagging, and even then, barely does anything - no way they are sticking around. 
Yes, these may seem like small, stupid issues that you can deal with, but I know my personality, and those are not things I can deal with.  I knew what I wanted in a partner before, and I let myself ignore those things because there is no such thing as the perfect man.  This time around, I know there is no such thing as the perfect man, but I truly believe that there is a such thing as the "perfect-for-me (and my kids) man", and someday I will find that person who enjoys being physically fit, eating well, keeping a clean and organized house, home-cooked meals and is financially stable with a strong work ethic.  My "expectations" are not out of this world - he does not need to be wealthy, have a strong buff body or anything of the sort, just needs to have a similar lifestyle.

Where does that leave you in regards to this article?  Whether you are a man or a woman, you could be "accidentally abusing" your spouse/significant other.  I think it has much, much less to do with male versus female, and much more to do with personality type.  So definitely read this article and if you think this may be you, even a little bit, then evaluate how you are acting and do your best to actively change without letting it change who you are. That might just mean becoming more aware or that might mean going to therapy - as your issues may go deeper.  If everything else in your relationship is good and happy and this is your biggest issue - I think that making small changes will make a big difference.  If there are issues in your relationship that go deeper, then don't expect that making these changes will miraculously turn things around, because a relationship is a two-way street and you need both partners in the relationship to treat it and their partner with love and honesty and communicate openly. If  you are the only one willing to work on yourself and make changes, you may not find what you are looking for, but maybe for you that is still acceptable.  As long as you can find a way to be happy, that is what matters most!

Saturday, April 4, 2015

A Year Later




My timehop yesterday showed me that a year ago I wrote/shared My "coming out" story, and although I knew what I wrote, I chose to read it when it appeared in my feed, because I knew that was the best writing I had ever done.

As I predicted in the original post, I did still have many tough times ahead of me (and I predict that will be the case for a little while longer) and I did power through.  But being true to who I am - someone who only accepts the very best from herself - when I look back over the course of the year, I am not very happy with the way I have handled it all.

Approximately 5 weeks after writing this post (on Mothers Day weekend), I was rocked hard when the separation became less amicable and my ex chose to hire a lawyer, file the divorce, child support and custody paperwork with the courts and no longer honor any part of the signed and notarized separation agreement we had in place.

Even though that took place almost a year ago, none of that has been resolved and just gets uglier as the days go on - and I'm not proud of where I have let that ugliness take me.

A year ago, I remained incredibly positive throughout it all and always found the path of happiness with each situation. Instead of sharing all the ugly details, I found uplifting quotes and stories and shared those.  

A glimpse back on the last 6 months shows a slightly different picture. Although I still listen to personal development everyday and try to exercise "as much as possible", I have gotten out of the habit of being in a great and happy routine consisting of my 21 Day Fix, personal development, and focusing on my personal and professional goals.  I might not post to facebook all the ugly details, but I am constantly sharing the details over the phone and in person with my friends and family, and instead of posting uplifting quotes, I share my aggravations.

When I re-read my "coming out" story, all of this hit me square in the face.  The woman who wrote that post was so strong, honest, positive and happy. To the outside world, I may still hold all those characteristics, but to me, I feel I've lost a step or two. 

Although this post is what truly made me realize it, I have noticed it for the last few weeks and have been listening to tons of TED talks to try and influence me to be more positive and stop letting the drama tear me down. One of the ones I came across last week is a talk by Matt Cutts titled "Try Something New for 30 Days" (its 3 and a half minutes - take the time to listen). 

After re-reading the post and thinking about how I move forward to become a positive person (again), that talk came to my mind. So today, I promise to myself - and all of my friends and family - to continue to strive forward to regaining all that positivity and happiness, and to help me do so, I will share (at least) one positive, uplifting, motivating or happy quote, picture or story every day. And every time something or someone frustrates me and makes me want to complain, I instead will come to facebook and share another positive, uplifting, motivating or happy quote, picture or story.

And if you see or hear me get negative or share my drama, instead of endulging the both of us with the details of the drama, I ask you to please do the opposite.  I give you permission to slap me in the face or yell at me and remind me of this post. Remind me that I'm better than all of that, that I can and will be the bigger person. 

Remind me that I can't protect my children from everything, but that I can show them through my own personal actions how a happy and positive person lives and let them see the full picture when they become adults and chose the best path for them.

Anyone else want to join me for this "be happy and be positive" 30 day challenge that I am going to take?






Monday, January 19, 2015

Want vs. Should

There is so much we all want, and feel we should have. Many people want to be married, have children and own a home - the perfect life - right?

I remember when I was in my early 20's that is what I wanted - in addition to a solid career. I had low self-esteem from previous weight issues and childhood taunting, so when a man was willing to date me, I was infatuated. My first serious relationship was after I graduated college and I remember just wanting to dive right in. I started to see his faults, but I was naive and figured I just needed to accept all those things because this guy liked me.  After 15 months or so, I finally realized he had no strong feelings for me and there was no reason I needed to accept all his faults, and so I moved on.

My next serious relationship started in my mid 20's. I thought I learned a lot from the previous failed relationship, but looking back, I know I didn't really accept the lessons "learned". Looking in the past, I can see that this guys self-esteem and desire to be in a relationship was even stronger than mine. I accepted MAJOR flaws because of my low self esteem and the fact that he loved me.  For those that haven't figured it out - or don't know me - this is the relationship that turned into an engagement, marriage, children and ultimately divorce all within 6 years - well the divorce itself may take 6 years at this pace, but filing for divorce occurred within 6 years.

I want certain benefits of being in a committed relationship - someone to talk to day in and day out, someone who will push me to attain my goals, someone who will go on adventures with me, someone who will treat me the way I deserve to be treated and loved, and of course the obvious benefit of being in a relationship - although you don't need to be in a relationship to have that benefit - wink wink ;).  But I know in my heart that I'm not ready for any relationship and I shouldn't do it. I am so much in love with my life right now - spending so much special time with just my kids and I without anyone else having their attention, being able to do what I want to do with my alone time and being able to spend time with my friends.  There is plenty of time in my future to date and get into a good relationship.

I want to have more children, so desperately do I want to have more children! I think I'm a great mommy and have so much love to offer, and I personally loved being pregnant. Heck - I don't just want more children, I'm crazy and I want another set of multiples because that's what I know, and I just love the twin bond.  But I know that I'm not in a spot in my life where I can afford to care for more children.  Just because I want doesn't mean I should have.

I want to own my own home. But due to my current situation I am in the middle of short-selling my house to avoid foreclosure, so I know that I can't own one right now. Going through this process and trying to afford everything that comes with home ownership and young children - especially on my own - the biggest lesson I have learned is that what I want is not what I should do.

I have accepted these hard life lessons and once my house goes to closing (or the bank repossesses it - whichever comes first) I will be moving in with my kids for a decent amount of time. I will be working to pay off ALL debts in my name and save lots of money so that I can easily afford to own my own home and all the expenses that come along with it all on my own. I will continue to give myself time to enjoy life as a single mother and won't dive into the dating scene until I feel I'm fully ready to share myself and my life. If its meant to be, Ill have more children later, and if its not meant to be, I am already extremely blessed and filled with love with the two wonderful children I do have.

What about you?  What is it that you want, but in your heart of hearts you know you shouldn't pursue? Its okay to accept just having 1 child even though your friends have 2 or 3 (or more). It's okay to rent an apartment or a house so that you can save money to buy a house and/or afford to send your kids to extra-curriculars. It's okay to leave an unhappy relationship and it's okay to be single.  As long as you are happy, you shouldn't worry about what others perceive.

Tuesday, October 28, 2014

The "secret" to happiness

"Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake and help us see we are worth
so much more than we're settling for."
Mandy Hale, The Single Woman:Life, Love and a Dash of Sass

Life isn't easy, and it likes to throw lots of curveballs, but it's all how you handle and smash those curveballs that counts. It's okay to miss and strikeout, as long as you keep putting yourself out there until you smash one out of the park.

Of course I just put everything I'm going through into a simple metaphor using baseball, but that's just how I roll :)

I'm not going to lie and pretend like everything in my life is fine and dandy. I'm currently in the middle of a "rut" right now: my exercise, eating habits and motivation have been lacking, and I've lost focus of my "why", but I'm reminded on a daily basis that I am surrounded by amazing people who love/like me for me.

Throughout this rut, I have remained positive the majority of the time, I have continued to be thankful for what I do have and I continue to stand strong and fight through the madness. I also continue to be incredibly hard on myself, having expectations high above what most people think is "realistic".  But looking back, I guess Im just 10X-ing everything in my life, not just my goals, because I know that I will never have the life and dreams I aspire of unless I push myself further than most people are willing.

All of this is what will make the end result that much sweeter and happier.

With all of that, I have been more realistic than many realize and I have opened my heart and world to everyone in the hopes that my story and situation can help even just one more person find happiness and peace within their lives.

My story will have me hold the titles of divorcee and single mom.  My story will have my not just lose my marriage, but will have me and my children lose our home. My story will have me losing my excellent credit standing. And finally, my story will have me being one of the MANY grown children moving back in with their parents. I could dwell on all of these "negatives" and let it bring me down or I could focus on the positives.

My story will have me be a happier, more aware individual. My story will have me described with the adjectives of strong, healthy and eventually successful. Eventually my story will have me hold the title of entrepreneur. My story will have my children growing up with 3 great adult role models under one roof, including a hard-working male role model.

Throughout this past year, I have found a happier me inside, focusing on myself more than I ever have before.  Mentally, I could not be stronger, and because of that, I have been able to put some focus into the physical me. I have gotten back into working out and eating healthy, and it's just this amazing circle of how my physical health continues to strengthen my mental health and how that strengthens my physical health and so on and so on.

This physically and mentally stronger me has also made me this more positive person you now see/read about.  Look back on my blog posts from the last few months versus 2-3 years ago, and the tone is so different, its like two different authors.

All of this has made me see the world from a clearer perspective and continues to remind myself on a daily basis (if not more often) just how lucky I am to be surrounded by amazing friends, family, co-workers, and even facebook acquaintances.

I know that when the time is ready, the perfect person will come into my and my kids life. For all the tough times I have seen in the past - and for the ones that will be in the future - the bigger picture will have 10x more brightness.

So what's the secret? Think happy and positive thoughts. It sounds easy - or maybe you think it sounds stupid - whatever it is - it works. I listen to personal development podcasts on a daily basis. I cut out the negativity of the news and instead watch personal development videos. I limit my television watching and instead put that time into developing my businesses and my future.