<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738831980023083175</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 25 Oct 2024 07:48:36 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Firework In Progress...</title><description>...one girl&#39;s mission to discover &quot;happiness&quot;, mend a shattered heart and become the best version of herself... whatever that is?</description><link>http://fireworkinprogress.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (stacksnaps)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738831980023083175.post-7888251932767459168</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Dec 2010 00:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-13T16:57:10.553-08:00</atom:updated><title>Layer Cake</title><description>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PdAt13q77nE/TQa45tkufFI/AAAAAAAAABE/StIk4zo1PJI/s1600/layer-cake2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PdAt13q77nE/TQa45tkufFI/AAAAAAAAABE/StIk4zo1PJI/s320/layer-cake2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;261&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I&#39;m beyond blessed to have the family that I do.&amp;nbsp; Especially the females- my mom, sister, grandma and aunts are all my best friends, roles models cheer leaders and lately, therapists.&lt;br /&gt;
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One such therapist/ aunt/ amazingly fabulously wise aunt sat me down right after the break-up when I was sobbing into my Pinot Noir and said to me, &quot;Crystal, men are just the icing on the cake.&amp;nbsp; But you are the cake itself.&amp;nbsp; The cake is the most important part.&amp;nbsp; You have to be fully baked before you can ice the cake.&amp;nbsp; All of the layers have to be there and baked and put together before the icing can go on.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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Hello &quot;Aha&quot; moment!&lt;br /&gt;
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Ever since then I have been thinking about my life as this delicious cake with layer upon amazing, complicated, beautiful layer.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I started thinking about what the actual layers are that make up my cake, which ones have finished baking, and which ones still come out with stuff when you put a toothpick in them.&lt;br /&gt;
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My Layer Cake (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;
family&lt;br /&gt;
friends&lt;br /&gt;
spirituality/ soul/ mindfulness*&lt;br /&gt;
career&lt;br /&gt;
physical health&lt;br /&gt;
mental health&lt;br /&gt;
happiness&lt;br /&gt;
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*I think this is a life-long goal, something we should all always be working on.&amp;nbsp; So, it&#39;s sort of a bonus layer.&lt;br /&gt;
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As I assess my cake, I see that, #1, it has 7 layers, like my favorite menu item, the 7 layer burrito, from Taco Bell, and #2, I am not finished baking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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My family isn&#39;t perfect but I am at a point in my life where I am at peace with it&#39;s imperfections and in love with it&#39;s uniqueness.&amp;nbsp; My friends are fun, loving and supportive.&amp;nbsp; My career is a dream.&amp;nbsp; My health is the best it&#39;s ever been (I even tackled a year-long migraine!).&amp;nbsp; Which means, currently, the layers that I need to finish baking are my mental health layer, my spirituality layer and my happiness layer.&amp;nbsp; Not too shabby!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, to be fair, the spirituality layer is a bonus layer, so, although it needs some major rising, it will always be a firework in progress.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll allow myself to be frosted before that one is completely baked.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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But the other two: mental health and happiness- those are urgent.&lt;br /&gt;
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Looking back, I was even more &quot;raw&quot; when I met Erich.&amp;nbsp; My career layer certainly wasn&#39;t nearly finished baking when I met Erich (I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll write more about that adventure some day), though I am happy to say that now I am beyond complete and happy in that area.&amp;nbsp; Same goes for my physical health layer as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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In fact, with that knowledge in hand, that I was just a raw batch of batter, it&#39;s no wonder the relationship ended.&amp;nbsp; I wanted so badly, and to be honest, still do, to be in a relationship with him, to have the frosting on the cake, when I wasn&#39;t ready.&amp;nbsp; I wasn&#39;t finished baking.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Anyone who bakes knows, it seems like this sweet idea, but it&#39;s freaking MESSY.&amp;nbsp; Eggs, flowers, milk, sugar.&amp;nbsp; Mixer turns on.&amp;nbsp; Stuff gets everywhere.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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While I was with Erich I managed to finish baking 2 more of my layers, but like my wise aunt said, you can&#39;t frost the cake until it&#39;s baked.&lt;br /&gt;
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Many things contributed to the eventual ending of our relationship, and it wasn&#39;t all just because I wasn&#39;t done baking.&amp;nbsp; But this sheds some light on it for me.&amp;nbsp; And it helps me to see what I need to continue to do now:&amp;nbsp; just keep going.&amp;nbsp; Keep baking.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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How?&lt;br /&gt;
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The mental health layer is simple- I&#39;m back in therapy once a week and am committed to working on the issues that hold me back from being the best me possible.&lt;br /&gt;
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But the happiness the layer.... that&#39;s a whole other story.&amp;nbsp; What is this &quot;happiness&quot; thing?&amp;nbsp; What makes me happy?&amp;nbsp; Who makes me happy?&amp;nbsp; What do I like to do? Who do I like to do it with?&amp;nbsp; Before Erich was my favorite person but now he is gone.&amp;nbsp; This layer is going to be trickier to bake.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m calling it my Happiness Project.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned....</description><link>http://fireworkinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/12/layer-cake.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stacksnaps)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PdAt13q77nE/TQa45tkufFI/AAAAAAAAABE/StIk4zo1PJI/s72-c/layer-cake2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738831980023083175.post-3056696510988603082</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Dec 2010 01:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-12T17:14:18.374-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Mission</title><description>My life today is literally unrecognizable compared to what it was 2 months ago.&amp;nbsp; If you had asked me if I thought I would be living alone in a studio guest house across town, sobbing into my MacBook, I would have laughed in your face.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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I thought I had it all.&amp;nbsp; The perfect job.&amp;nbsp; Great family, fabulous, friends, and best of all, I was deeply in love and living with &quot;the-man-i-thought-i-was-going-to-marry.&quot; He was my happiness.&amp;nbsp; And though we were having pretty major issues, I thought we he was in it for life, just as I was.&lt;br /&gt;
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But now here I am.&amp;nbsp; In a place I was terrified to be.&amp;nbsp; Alone.&amp;nbsp; Brokenhearted.&amp;nbsp; Sadder than I thought sad existed.&amp;nbsp; Rejected.&amp;nbsp; Unwanted.&amp;nbsp; Still in love with a life I don&#39;t have and a man who doesn&#39;t want me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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As sad as it makes me, I cannot change the fact that &quot;the-man-i-thought-i-was-going-to-marry&quot; doesn&#39;t love me just as I am.&amp;nbsp; And I cannot change the fact that our beautiful life together is over.&amp;nbsp; I cannot change the fact that so much of what I knew is either completely gone or turned completely upside down.&amp;nbsp; Most difficult of all, I cannot change him and I cannot change his opinion of me.&lt;br /&gt;
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But what I can change is me.&amp;nbsp; Not who I am as a person, but how I chose to perceive this situation.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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This situation hurts me so much.&amp;nbsp; It feels like there is a root of pain running through my center from my chest to my stomach  that is pulling me down into a hole in the earth.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never cried like this.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never hurt like this or ached like this.&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ve never felt so powerless or abandoned or rejected.&lt;br /&gt;
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However, while this situation hurts, I am choosing right now to change, not who I am, but the way I perceived myself in our relationship, my situation in this heartache, and my new future.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I am on a mission.&amp;nbsp; A mission &lt;span&gt;to discover what my new happiness is, to mend my shattered heart and become the best version of myself.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://fireworkinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/12/my-mission.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stacksnaps)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3738831980023083175.post-6130168791063407684</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 22:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-11T14:36:55.056-08:00</atom:updated><title>change</title><description>&lt;h6 class=&quot;uiStreamMessage&quot; data-ft=&quot;{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;messageBody&quot;&gt;&quot;No  one can persuade another to change. Each of us guards a gate of change  that can only be opened from the inside. We cannot open the gate of  another, either by argument or by emotional appeal.&quot;-Marilyn Ferguson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;</description><link>http://fireworkinprogress.blogspot.com/2010/12/change.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (stacksnaps)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>