Beautiful Mess

Please welcome Habbala to my blog, one of those gals that is lucky she doesn’t live in the same city as I do because if she did? We’d be attached at the hip. If I ever move to California, I’ll have this girl to thank for it. 

 Hi.  I go by Habbala, and I blog over here. I am honored to be guest posting here at Walking with Nora and let me tell you why.  Nora?  She is the real deal.  She is a genuinely amazing friend.  She is supportive and funny, true and honest.  But you probably already know that… cause you’re already here. 

 Nora and I are in very similar points in life.  We’re still trying to figure it out; making the rules up as we go.  Faking it until this new life feels real.  We are learning more every day who we are and what we want… and we write about it.

 We write because it’s cathartic for us to get our thoughts out of our heads and it’s helpful to record the process.  We also write because there is a chance that one of you might learn something from our lives too.  So, on that note, I would like to share one of the things I have been thinking about lately:

I have noticed that my strengths can sometimes be weaknesses and sometimes my weaknesses can be strengths.  Let me illustrate:

I am passionate.  At my best, I feel things intensely and get ridiculously excited about most anything.
At my worst, I leap before thinking and overwhelm people with my energy (and lack of an inside voice).

I am emotional.  I am able to empathize and feel things truly with my whole heart.
At my worst I am viewed as weak and run the risk of being crushed by the propensity for the people to be so evil to each other.

I can read people.  At my best I make people feel heard and understood.
At my worst I be manipulative; knowing how to get what I want from the people closest to me OR decide quickly that I don’t think we’ll be friends.

I am selfless.  At my best I want to bring together people and make them feel loved, cared for, and valued.
At my worst I can forget about myself and be an avoider of conflict.

I am happy.  At my best, I see the best in situations and I bounce back from disappointment quickly.
At my worst I am terrified of letting myself slip into sadness.

All the time, I am a beautiful mess.

 What about you?

Ask, and You Shall Receive

Greetings, friends! Today’s post is brought to you by the lovely Mandy from Manderz Musings. Like with many of my blog friends, I have no idea how we “meet,” but she’s quickly become one of my favorites. Her post today is a lovely view of what it’s like to be a newbie to the blogging community, how get involved and “meet” people and her take on the joys and benefits of this powerful group of people.

Nora and I met through blogging, as many of you can probably relate. A friendship starts so quickly, it often goes unnoticed. For us, a comment here, a response to a tweet there, and now, the opportunity to guest post. I am honored that Nora trusts me this much.

The timing of our relationship could not have been more meaningful to me. You see, I am a huge believer in the Law of Attraction. For those of you that may not have heard of it, the concept is that the universe responds to all your thoughts, wishes, etc and sends exactly what you “ordered” to you. I am horrible at describing something, so I’d honestly recommend a Google search if you want to find out more. Back to to the story though, I had forgotten to put this law to use for me for most of 2009. My negative thoughts attracted negative realities for me. I made the decision to make a change for the better in 2010, and to let the power of my thoughts lead the way.

I have never been the type of person to have a lot of close friends. Acquaintances, I have by the boat-load. A year ago, I followed my fiance away from my hometown and all of my friends and acquaintances. Meeting people I truly “like” has been an on-going challenge though. And so, as part of my goals for 2010, I set out to make some new friends through the blogosphere. To my way of thinking, is there any better place to meet people that share interests, thoughts, opinions with you AND are more than willing to communicate?

As I tried to figure out how to go about actually getting to know the people behind the blog, all of sudden I found posts everywhere on how to get involved. Recommendations to leave comments on blogs, respond to the people who comment on yours, send an email to someone to introduce yourself, join discussions on groups like 20sb. Now these may seem fairly obvious, but it was like a lightbulb going off in my head. A path was unfolding before my very eyes. And so I began to do what was suggested. I delurked through comments and emails, and was ecstatic when I received responses. Responses that encouraged further discussion. Twitter went from something all the cool kids were doing, to a way to follow other bloggers’ daily lives. Almost overnight, I felt myself become a part of the blogging community.

Anytime I started to stray from this involvement I so desperately wanted, a timely message or post would appear. Keeping me inspired and skipping along the path. I continued to read the blogs of those who commented on my favourite blogs. Lo and behold, I found more and more blogs and people with similar interests, or a story that captured my eye. And I made more friends.

The universe gave me exactly what I asked for: blogging friends. I did not know the “how” when I started on this journey, but the universe provided all of this knowledge for me. It just plunked everything I needed in front of me. I firmly believe that this opportunity to guest post was orchestrated by the universe. This is only the beginning of my journey. These new friendships need nurturing so that they will mature and blossom. My writing style is slowly emerging and evolving. I have no doubt that as it continues to do so, that many new blog friends will enter my life. If you want to follow along with me on this journey, I can be found at http://manderzmusings.com.

What has the universe given to you lately?

Tomorrow

Tomorrow I will board a plane, ignore my fear of flying, and escape to Florida.

Tomororw I will not wear gloves, scarves, hats and layers upon layers of clothing for five whole days.

Tomorrow I will be free of work stress.

Tomorrow I will people watch wondering where they are coming from and where they are going.

Tomorrow I will laugh with my childhood friend of 18 years and her loving husband.

Tomorrow I will consider the possibilities of all that I need to do to make my life happen (as one tends to do on vacation).

Tomorrow is just the beginning.

(via)

While I’m on vacation this blog won’t be dark; I have several wonderful guest posters so be sure to check back for fresh perspectives from a few of my fav bloggettes!

That's What I Said

“I think I really do want to have a baby… someday.”
Said on Friday night and then again on Sunday thanks to seeing a mass amount of cute little newborn babies and then baby shower shopping for my upcoming trip to Florida. Shocked that I said. Shocked that it’s true. Some days totally shocked that I’m nowhere close to that fairytale. For now though, I’ll just spoil everyone else’s babies.

“I’m an adult and not ashamed to say I loved this book.”
Said on Saturday afternoon after attending a lecture by a local StL writer (Ridley Pearson, author of Peter and the Starcatchers series, The Kingdom Keepers series and many mysteries) on his book, the Kingdom Keepers. He autographed my book which made me all sorts of giddy and thanked me for reading the Keepers series since it’s not quite as well known (yet). I should also explain that his mysteries are for adults, the other books? Young adult fiction. I always feel slightly sheepish navigating into the young adult section at the bookstore but these books are just SO GOOD. I will even admit that Kingdom Keepers scared me a bit.

“Don’t eat me! I am NOT hay!”
Said on Sunday (early) morning as Darling and I started our first volunteer day grooming horses at the local Equine Assisted Therapy park. Note to self: Wearing a bright yellow jacket is not a good idea as the horses will think you are hay and constantly try to devour parts of your coat. Editor’s Update: I actually enjoyed working with the horses except for when one bit the other and caused the horse I was working with to freak the heck out and nearly run me over.