<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179802282228249008</id><updated>2024-09-13T05:19:11.741-07:00</updated><category term="al.b.sure"/><category term="alicia keys"/><category term="anastacia"/><category term="annie lennox"/><category term="birthdays"/><category term="breakup"/><category term="coldplay"/><category term="erasure"/><category term="fairmont hotel"/><category term="first 24"/><category term="huntington hotel"/><category term="jane fonda"/><category term="judy garland"/><category term="kate bush"/><category term="kenny loggins"/><category term="red hot chili peppers"/><category term="sade"/><category term="san francisco"/><category term="soundtrack"/><category term="sting"/><category term="toto"/><category term="wizard of oz"/><title type='text'>Diaries Of A Broken Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>A manifesto for anyone who has ever had their heart torn to pieces.  Let The Healing Begin...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07269185273809630713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bXptx2I8-D0bXZjFrczF_acM2x3JdqUfVPPxRGzj6EC_0ggkrBJ-Nn71j8eVlYYmRjz5_3iIRTxIS0UGRqsCFitW7f3BK3t1sl5YcGAf56OzjigNsM5aGLcW1_BTe7I/s220/Photo+on+2011-03-15+at+12.48.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179802282228249008.post-4951553754646327873</id><published>2011-10-05T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T17:33:16.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Steve Jobs: How to live before you die</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #f7f5f3; color: #222222; font-family: arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px;&quot;&gt;At his Stanford University commencement speech, Steve Jobs, CEO and co-founder of Apple and Pixar, urges us to pursue our dreams and see the opportunities in life&#39;s setbacks -- including death itself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Almost made me regret my wish not to speak nor hang with him till 2012. &amp;nbsp;With the holidays around the corner, the last thing I need, is to hear about his warm and cozy family holiday plans I am not a part of this year. &amp;nbsp;Tis the season not be feel bad about myself. &amp;nbsp;With further chat came that not so good feeling in your stomach as he made comments about not settling like all his friends did (as it turns out his last two single friends are now engaged). &amp;nbsp;&quot;Wow&quot; is all I could say as a feeling of hurt, anger and disappointment took over my body taken back by the statement. &amp;nbsp;&quot;If dating me was settling, I hope you find what makes you happy I said&quot;. &amp;nbsp;Silence akwardness ensued as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;
So just when I needed that extra push to follow my gut instinct and create further distance between us, I got more then I bargained for. &amp;nbsp;It seems the more I hear from him the less I want to. &amp;nbsp;I rather remember what we had and wish for the love and passion I felt to translate into my work, friendships and future relationship when I am ready for that. &lt;br /&gt;
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Who knew I would feel this way but I am starting to understand and remind myself that I deserve so much more. &amp;nbsp;As Donna &amp;amp; Barbara sung in the 70&#39;s, Enough is enough!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best words of wisdom came from the rabbi marrying the couple. &amp;nbsp;He said there is no such thing as a perfect relationship, echoing further the stories I had heard all weekend. &amp;nbsp;But rather, love is something you work at in every relationship especially the one you have with yourself. &amp;nbsp;Wise words...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;August 31, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #822516; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;SEEING OUR OWN REJECTED QUALITIES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;If we were to make a list of people we don’t like—people we find obnoxious, threatening, or worthy of contempt—we would find out a lot about those aspects of ourselves that we can’t face. If we were to come up with one word about each of the troublemakers in our lives, we would find ourselves with a list of descriptions of our own rejected qualities, which we project onto the outside world. The people who repel us unwittingly show us the aspects of ourselves that we find unacceptable, which otherwise we can’t see. They mirror us and give us the chance to befriend all of that ancient stuff that we carry around like a backpack full of granite boulders.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Now... One more thing I am letting go: Ex&#39;s flip flops and painting he left here are on their way to him courtesy of the US Postal Service. &amp;nbsp;Not sure why I took so long to do so but the timing felt right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Letting go more and more because I realized holding on is not serving me. &amp;nbsp;Letting go seems to always be associated with giving up and defeat but in this case, I firmly believe that if you let go, set it all free, you give it a chance to come back to you. &amp;nbsp;Every time I start to focus on what I don&#39;t have and feel bad, something comes along to remind me how fortunate I am. &amp;nbsp;I also realized that although no one is in love with me at the moment (unless I have a secret admirer), I have so much love all around. Much to be grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 16px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;August 17, 2011&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #822516; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;THE TENDERNESS OF PAIN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 17px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;It is said that in difficult times it is only bodhichitta that heals. When inspiration has become hidden, when we feel ready to give up, this is the time when healing can be found in the tenderness of pain itself. Based on a deep fear of being hurt, we erect protective walls made out of strategies, opinions, prejudices, and emotions. Yet just as a jewel that has been buried in the earth for a million years is not discolored or harmed, in the same way this noble heart is not affected by all of the ways we try to protect ourselves from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;color: #822516; font-family: &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;This week&#39;s moment came as a result of a not so nice phone call that sent me back to planet &quot;you have been dumped and therefore are not my girlfriend anymore&quot;reality. &amp;nbsp;I was getting too comfortable with this &quot;friendship&quot; that lead nowhere other then to hope when I need to stay on track towards moving on&quot; ville. &amp;nbsp;I remembered a whole lot wisdom quotes I have read this past 6 months, pick up my dignity off the floor and decided to put &quot;letting go&quot; on my speed dial just in case I needed to be reminded....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes the cards we are dealt are not always fair. However you must keep smiling and moving on.&lt;br /&gt;
~ Tom Jackson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;By forgiving and choosing to move on, one takes the power back to morph it into positive energy.&lt;br /&gt;
~ Eugenia Tripputi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;center&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;My name is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?llr=ibjdeocab&amp;amp;et=1107014445909&amp;amp;s=66116&amp;amp;e=0018XIVWUStP93pSkz35WhrTNcmEVD9yi3o2QDYC2V_Q7eNhwH7vL2f0W2Oz154i8i204KbJlPaHN6me8GV5GnhtfXb1n4s8ZOffw5tMMwd7yFpMAE1Mu3IBaefLRq6ZI02&quot; shape=&quot;rect&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: 10pt; text-decoration: underline;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mastin Kipp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;amp; I am&amp;nbsp;the Founder of The Daily Love.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align=&quot;left&quot; style=&quot;color: black; font-family: &#39;Arial Narrow&#39;, &#39;Arial MT Condensed Light&#39;, sans-serif; font-size: 24pt; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black; font-family: Georgia, &#39; Times New Roman&#39;, &#39; Times&#39;, &#39; serif&#39;; font-size: 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt;&quot;&gt;Photo by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://r20.rs6.net/tn.jsp?llr=ibjdeocab&amp;amp;et=1107014445909&amp;amp;s=66116&amp;amp;e=0018XIVWUStP915W4lgoqE647vcT2r9z1707XsaITdCVaDQbs1-_KodCPkpWoS2x3ae6Jwv2AyKqa46vMI5pcZONeUqIR4wlby2uEBtxJgrCulh_y6eC3HUqMmN3ntaD0fz&quot; shape=&quot;rect&quot; style=&quot;color: blue; font-size: 8pt; text-decoration: underline;&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;Brent Mullins&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 8pt;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=&quot;left&quot; colspan=&quot;1&quot; rowspan=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;img align=&quot;right&quot; alt=&quot;Mastin Kipp&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;175&quot; name=&quot;131ae3124bc65404_ACCOUNT.IMAGE.248&quot; src=&quot;http://ih.constantcontact.com/fs012/1102133175336/img/248.jpg&quot; style=&quot;text-align: right;&quot; vspace=&quot;5&quot; width=&quot;232&quot; /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;span&gt;It&#39;s okay to let go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;True Love is letting go. Freedom and free will are the by-products of Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;So many of us lead our lives holding on so tightly that nothing new, nothing miraculous can find us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;We have been taught for a very long time that holding on is what makes us strong, is what Love is made of and is the best answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;But we are stepping into a new paradigm. We are stepping into a time where growth and Love lead the way. This means we are constantly changing, evolving, dying and being reborn.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;What must come first is our own spiritual growth. This means listening to our intuition, trusting our gut and expressing ourselves authentically without hiding.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Holding on to a broken relationship stunts our growth. You don&#39;t get points from The Uni-verse for how much you suffer. The Uni-verse wants to deliver to you all that your heart desires.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Our relationships have been sent to teach us, to mold us and to shape us. When we seek Love, The Uni-verse sends us all kinds of relationships that bring to the surface all the blocks we have to Love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;We must learn to identify when the lesson is over. Relationships are containers for growth, not opportunities to suffer so we can prove how much we &quot;love&quot; someone. And a relationship isn&#39;t full if both people aren&#39;t in self-love and then sharing their love with each other from a place of overflow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Some people are sent to us for quick lessons, some are sent to us for seasonal lessons and some are sent to us for a lesson we are to be taught over a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Let us not try to learn and purify ourselves outside of Love, but instead invoke Love in our lives and recognize that the Love of The Uni-verse IS the purifier and the teacher. The face of Love may change, but the energy of Love of The Uni-verse never changes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Let us no longer try to prove our Love by how much we can hold on to toxic situations and people, but rather by how much we are willing to let go once the lesson has been learned. There is no rulebook for this principle. This is something we must each learn individually and grow into.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;The Uni-verse is setup so that we have free will to choose to connect to Love, or not. We must give ourselves this freedom as well as all the people in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;For Love does not seek to control, but rather gives freedom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;If you gave yourself or those in your life this freedom, what would that look like?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt;&quot;&gt;Mastin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, Palatino; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; You don’t have a soul. You are a Soul. You have a body. ~C.S. Lewis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Redefining what matters was the theme of my weekend. &amp;nbsp;Good friends, family, laughter and sizing the moment while being myself felt so good. &amp;nbsp;And as I was reminded last weekend at my laws of attraction seminar, joy &amp;amp; purpose stem from doing what feels good. &amp;nbsp;When you do what feels good, you align yourself with your good thoughts, those thoughts manifest and your beautiful life &quot;suddenly&quot; appears. &lt;br /&gt;
All this is getting me very excited about the weeks to come. &amp;nbsp;So much good stuff coming up and all I have to do is feel good to stay in this space of manifesting... Seems easy enough :)&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy the people of Walmart!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Just when I was ready to declare myself a love pessimist, I came across this post (see below) on JLO and her recent divorce. &amp;nbsp;After 4 marriages, she was quoted saying:&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;“Sometimes it doesn’t work—and that’s sad. But I remain an eternal optimist about love. I believe in love,”&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;You go JLO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 22px;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; line-height: 24px;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h3 class=&quot;entry-title&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 18px; font: normal normal bold 21px/1.2em georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, times, serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2011/08/jennifer-lopez-september-cover.html&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Jennifer Lopez Gives&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Her First Interview Since Announcing Her Divorce from Marc Anthony&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;entry-metadata&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: verdana, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;byline&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;contributor&quot;&gt;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;cite class=&quot;vcard author&quot; style=&quot;font-style: normal;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.vanityfair.com/contributors/vanity-fair&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;search site for content by Vanity Fair&quot;&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;published&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666666; display: inline; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot; title=&quot;2011-08-02T00:00:01&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;date&quot;&gt;August 2, 2011&lt;/span&gt;,&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class=&quot;time&quot;&gt;12:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;entry-content&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-family: georgia, &#39;times new roman&#39;, serif; font-size: 1em; line-height: 22px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 16px; text-decoration: none; text-transform: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;lopez.jpg&quot; class=&quot;mt-image-none&quot; height=&quot;641&quot; src=&quot;http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2011/08/01/lopez.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot; width=&quot;460&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;photocaption&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; display: block; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by Mario Testino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;“That was my biggest dream, and I really worked hard at it. We both did,” Jennifer Lopez tells&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in her first interview since announcing that she and Marc Anthony are divorcing. “Sometimes it doesn’t work—and that’s sad. But I remain an eternal optimist about love. I believe in love,” Lopez says. “It’s still my biggest dream. I am positive—determined to move forward with my life, bring up my babies, and do the best job I can as a mother, entertainer, and person. I now look forward to new challenges. I feel strong.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;entry-more&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;Lopez opens up to contributing editor Lisa Robinson about her life with Anthony and the example she hopes to set for her children; she talks about her relationship with P. Diddy and breaking off her engagement to Ben Affleck; she’s honest about the diva rumors that surround her, and shares her attitudes toward money, fame, and especially love. “I’m a hopeless romantic and passionate person when it comes to love,” Lopez explains, describing the passage that has brought her to her current state of mind. “It’s not that I didn’t love myself before. Sometimes we don’t realize that we are compromising ourselves. To understand that a person is not good for you, or that that person is not treating you in the right way, or that he is not doing the right thing for himself—if I stay, then I am not doing the right thing for me. I love myself enough to walk away from that now.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;“I will always respect Marc as a singer and performer,” Lopez tells&lt;i&gt;Vanity Fair.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;“We actually work great together, and he was always very supportive. Together we could make magic—and we did. He will always be in our lives. He will always hold a special place in my heart as the father of my children.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;j-lo-pr.jpg&quot; class=&quot;mt-image-none&quot; height=&quot;617&quot; src=&quot;http://www.vanityfair.com/online/daily/2011/08/01/j-lo-pr.jpg&quot; style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; display: block; margin-bottom: 4px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot; width=&quot;460&quot; /&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;photocaption&quot; style=&quot;color: #666666; display: block; font-family: verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; line-height: 14px; margin-bottom: 10px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Photo by Mario Testino.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/ojdbDYahiCQ&quot; width=&quot;560&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/101752221397704919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/rip-amy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/101752221397704919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/101752221397704919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/rip-amy.html' title='R.I.P Amy'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07269185273809630713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bXptx2I8-D0bXZjFrczF_acM2x3JdqUfVPPxRGzj6EC_0ggkrBJ-Nn71j8eVlYYmRjz5_3iIRTxIS0UGRqsCFitW7f3BK3t1sl5YcGAf56OzjigNsM5aGLcW1_BTe7I/s220/Photo+on+2011-03-15+at+12.48.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/ojdbDYahiCQ/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179802282228249008.post-7803615335429504042</id><published>2011-07-23T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T14:23:12.195-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: -webkit-auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 1px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 1px; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;cf tu&quot; style=&quot;border-collapse: collapse; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 2px; margin-right: 2px; margin-top: 2px; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&quot;Don&#39;t worry about losing. &amp;nbsp;If it is right, it happens. The main thing is not to hurry. &amp;nbsp;Nothing good gets away.&quot;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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despite all that, I manage to get a lot done professionally. I did stick to my workouts but ate poorly out of need for comfort, stress and overall discomfort on where I was mentally.&lt;br /&gt;
The origin of it all is my lack of self esteem, feeling sorry for myself and focusing on all the things I do not have such as a relationship, etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Once you know the source of an issue you can fix it. I was fighting all week to get in a better space but it was not until I let go of it all, stopped caring about who, how and what and remembered whatever will be, will be and lastly that I am exactly where I am suppose to be that I finally got my head out of the dark waters I had been swimming. No matter how bad I was feeling, good things kept coming my way in an ease that made me believe if I shifted my focus on what I had I would manifest amazing stuff!! &lt;br /&gt;
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All of a sudden the day trip I took became an adventure, the invite to my friend Josh&#39;s wedding, a chance to see Florida and share his special day. Ironically enough, all of a sudden I got answers to all the projects I was waiting to hear back on. And even when the ex emailed to tell me about his new Job with his professor and trying to get into Cal fire department, instead of worrying about the girls he will meet and the wonderful things he will get to experience without me, I sent him my best wishes for success. &lt;br /&gt;
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Listening to Pema Chodron&#39;s &quot;When things fall apart&quot; helped a lot.  Reminding me that &lt;br /&gt;
Impermanence is part of life and that security does not exist. Keeping a flexible mind is key. An open heart a must and compassion for oneself and others crucial. No one knows what the future will bring and while one spends time worrying about it, one forgets to live life...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1725121996826390560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/shift-your-conscience-change-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/1725121996826390560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/1725121996826390560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/shift-your-conscience-change-your-life.html' title='Shift your conscience, change your life'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07269185273809630713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bXptx2I8-D0bXZjFrczF_acM2x3JdqUfVPPxRGzj6EC_0ggkrBJ-Nn71j8eVlYYmRjz5_3iIRTxIS0UGRqsCFitW7f3BK3t1sl5YcGAf56OzjigNsM5aGLcW1_BTe7I/s220/Photo+on+2011-03-15+at+12.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179802282228249008.post-3334917026777072382</id><published>2011-07-14T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T15:49:15.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocky and other motivational stories</title><content type='html'>It&#39;s been one of those weeks where motivational, positive thinking and anything funny has fallen off the curbside. &amp;nbsp;Call it summer slump, &quot;omg has it really been 5 months already?&quot; realization or perhaps finding out a guy I dated on and off before my last relationship is now happily married with kids while the best thing I have going today are tickets to Harry Potter&#39;s new and last movie. &amp;nbsp;To each his own I suppose. &amp;nbsp;Still... Made me stop in my track for a sec to realize people do move on and live happily ever after. &amp;nbsp;All this leading to a basic realization: Boy I miss the ex... And no I never want to know if he is ever happily married even though I wished him happiness and for all his dreams to come true... Just not that one! LOL&lt;br /&gt;
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Inspirational clips I love:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&quot;&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;349&quot; src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/embed/LTO_dZUvbJA&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5688123369613631009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-are-we-happy-why-arent-we-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/5688123369613631009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/5688123369613631009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/why-are-we-happy-why-arent-we-happy.html' title='Why are we happy? 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We are stronger than our circumstances. We can influence and transcend our environment. Our natural ability to reason plus the intuition we were born with are invaluable tools that can help to bring us out of undesired circumstances.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;One major issue that holds a lot of Seekers back is the belief that they are not worthy to receive something better. Before anything of greater value can come into our lives we must begin to believe we are worthy of people, circumstances and a life that has greater value. If we are keeping ourselves stuck in an abusive or toxic relationship, what will begin to change that is our thoughts and belief that we are worthy of happiness within our relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;We if we lack the financial abundance we desire, the belief that we are more valuable is core to changing our situation. Once we have the thoughts and beliefs of greater self-esteem, then we can begin to take action.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Action from this place may look like breaking up with a person we are in a toxic relationship with. It may look like continuing our education to learn greater skills that will set us free financially. Or it might look like simply charging more for our products or services because we have come to realize how valuable they truly are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Action might also look like moving, either to a new part of town, the state or to a whole new city or country.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;It is in our thoughts of unworthiness that we create a life that is out of harmony with what we truly desire. Slowly, day by day, as we change our thoughts from thoughts of unworthiness to worthiness, from doubting our dreams and intuition to believing, we will begin to take subtle different actions. These actions will eventually add up one at a time until we don’t even recognize our life anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;We all want something to change in our lives. We want to grow. We want to evolve. We want love. We desire abundance.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;We must begin by acknowledging our worth. We are not worthy because of a degree, an honor or a grade. We are all equally worthy to live this kind of elevated lifestyle because we are all Loved children of The Uni-verse. We must each realize that we are already worthy and then begin to take action from this place of already being worthy, while at the same time honor the worthiness of everyone else we meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;We are powerful beings. Let us step into that power today and declare our worthiness as already existing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Are you feeling worthy today?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 1.571em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Mastin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6423231583535611695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember-your-power-just-what-i-needed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/6423231583535611695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5179802282228249008/posts/default/6423231583535611695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariesofabrokenheart.blogspot.com/2011/07/remember-your-power-just-what-i-needed.html' title='Remember Your Power, Just what I needed to hear..!'/><author><name>Jade</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07269185273809630713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5bXptx2I8-D0bXZjFrczF_acM2x3JdqUfVPPxRGzj6EC_0ggkrBJ-Nn71j8eVlYYmRjz5_3iIRTxIS0UGRqsCFitW7f3BK3t1sl5YcGAf56OzjigNsM5aGLcW1_BTe7I/s220/Photo+on+2011-03-15+at+12.48.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5179802282228249008.post-7609175370557602991</id><published>2011-06-26T23:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-26T23:13:56.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acceptance, not just a state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Acceptance is a challenging thing because so often it&#39;s associated with failure in our society but I find that the more I accept who I am and the situations in my life the more peace accures as a result.&lt;br /&gt;
Acceptance does not mean giving up on yourself or letting things be status quo, for me, it means understanding where things currently stand and therefore accessing steps to move forward, heal and overall gain confidence to live, be and ultimately love. &amp;nbsp;I lost my mom and grand parents before my 20th birthday and I can&#39;t say that I have ever gotten over it. &amp;nbsp;I just accepted the fact that they had passed on and that I had embraced their legacy and cherish the memories as their energies were not part of the eternal. &amp;nbsp;I don&#39;t think it takes the pain or sadness away but it helps put things in perspective because death is not something any of us can control. &amp;nbsp;Death of a relationship although not as harsh as death of a person is also about acceptance that things are not the way they used to be and yet one has to move on with their journey. &amp;nbsp;By accepting, I liberated myself from the burden of doubt and fear and embraced the legacy this relationship has giving me. &amp;nbsp;I am a better person because of it.&lt;br /&gt;
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