Do you believe in magic? ...For Ms.Heart...

This entry is dedicated to the one and only Ms. Hearts for her Half Birthday. Even though to many their half birthday is not as significant but to my sister Ms. Heart, this day has been celebrated in many occasions growing up because her birthday was always skipped due to the summer break.

Anywayz... in recent times our family has gone through a pretty Big CHANGE. What is that Big CHANGE you may ask? Well in September, Ms. Heart will become Mrs. Heart. As a result of this momentous life changing event, I have found that I have changed.

I am a girl who has always believed in love, but that being said I also believe in my independence and am in no rush to be in love. When the day comes, it will surely be an interesting event.

Well in light of recent events, I have been changing the way I look at Love. Now I am still young and do not want to get married. I love the fact that I live in freedom but after watching Ms. Heart with the Future-Mr. Heart, I find myself thinking about my future-Mr.Diva. Growing up with parents who have the legendary type of love that people can write the greatest love songs, stories, movies about we have high standards when it comes to falling in love. I want to be 90 years old and runaway with my husband to spend time alone; but in college I was constantly told that love stories like those don't exist anymore. People are too skeptical now days and believe that you can fall in love but don't expect something magical to happen. Well, as stubborn as I am I refused to accept this fact. I said I would rather be single for the rest of my life then settle with for anything less. I'm not saying there is nothing wrong with just falling in love, but seeing my parents and how much they love each I just don't want anything less. So when Ms. Heart met her future husband to be, my hope was renewed. In the mist of busy and crazy New York City life, she managed to find her one true love, or more like God brought them together to show those around them that magical love does exist. After spending one weekend in January with them, I was suffocated with their "cuteness" but I was also extremely aware of their pure tear jerking joy. You can't help but secretly smile and then make fun of them because you can't wait for the day that they gush over you and you future who. I still am a happy single independent girl but I look forward to grow up and know that I can believe in Magic.

So here's to Ms. Heart, the girl who is a living proof that magic does happen everyday.

xoxo
Ms. Diva

the cost of writing...

There is a cost to writing. A cost that many don't think about. A pencil and paper might be a buck fifty. A nice pen and fancy journal might be twenty dollars. A decent laptop/computer/ typewriter goes even higher than that. But even all that doesn't compare to the cost of time. The time it takes for us to realize that brilliant thought you had might be worth writing down. The time it takes us to hunt for the cheap or expensive utensil to write it down. Then there is the time it takes us to edit and refine our thought from a piece of carbon to a beautiful diamond.

Still, even with this great cost of writing, writing is a lost art form that is totally worth it.

Every thought is precious, every anecdote a gem. Write it down. Share. After all isn't that what helps us process our F.E.E.Lings?

Ms.Terry

Courage

Every day we are faced with situations where we can sit down and shut up and feel horrible about it, or we can stand use our God given right to say what we want to say and feel a million times better.

The difference in our choice being that little thing called courage. Some have it naturally build into them and so can stomp around telling the truth and will be admired or hated. Some don't and need a bit of help ( liquid courage anyone?)

Why am I thinking about this? As we are here and sharing our deepest feelings and fears I think we all need the courage to write it out. For example... how will "pen fright" be overcome if there is no courage?

Also... today something very interesting happened. I'm in a philosophy class and everyone was totally bashing the Christian faith and anyone who "dared" believe in such a "silly" thing as religion.

I am a Christian and am very proud of it. I can say that anytime and anywhere but put me in that Chrisitan and for the past few weeks I've been freezing up. I didn't want to sound like an ignorant goofball.

But today was different. Today I looked to my source of courage ( among other things), and I just calmly raised my hand and said loud and clear

"I am a christian. I don't claim to know all the answers and I certainly can't give an answer to any of these questions... But I know who I am."

Well something along those lines. And wouldn't you know it... A huge burden was off my heart.

I know that as a Christian I didn't really have to prove anything to any of them. I know that even God was okay with me not saying anything. God works the way he does and i know he didn't me to do anything. But I did. I spoke. I declared who I was with no fear what others might think. I took a swig of metaphoric liquid courage and now I feel so much better, because I'm probably gonna get ostracized for what I believe in but I know that what i did was right.

Whatever you've been afraid to say out loud, feel internally, whatever just let it go and speak up! People might not like you but at the end of the day you'll like yourself better. Plus I'll like you for it too ;)

Happiness

What is happiness?

How can it be achieved?

Through love?
Through a quiet afternoon at home with your dog?
Through retail therapy?
Through chocolate anything?
Through overly emotional declarations?

I know that in my life I am happy because I've been saved by Grace and I have a security and contentment in that. But I long for that happiness that allows me to do what Gene Kelly does in this stunning scene of just pure joy.

Let us find happiness in our everyday.

Talking through my fingers..

It took me two years to start talking, but once I started I apparently never stopped. Writing to me is just another form of talking, its just using a different mode. As I allow my fingers to do the work, I hope to dig deeper and allow my words to speak louder than I ever can. So as the baby of the group, I will speak up and speak out even if it just through my fingers.

xoxo
Ms. Diva

From heart warmers to heart breaks....

"I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel." -Mother Theresa

I’m not a professional writer. I’m a professional feeler. (Not in a perverted way!)

So look beyond my writing skills but look into the emotions and message I want to express. I want to share those things that move my heart; and hopefully leave you some kind of feeling as well.

Signing out – yours truly - Ms. Heart <3

pen fright!

when my girlfriends and i decided we wanted to start a blog my immediate response was "but my opinions are better in person with tone inflection and all, how am i going to get my point across without using my hands, etc?"

after my initial "pen fright" as i like to call it, i realized that this is an opportunity to share with people i would never have the fortune to interact with on a daily basis and for that I am excited and anxious for the upcoming journey ahead.

i'm looking forward to many posts to come, and can't wait to fully overcome this sudden "pen fright"

xx

ms. passionate

Only the Beginning

I have always wanted to blog. I got the chance to post through a friend's site and it was instant love. I have found a new outlet and means of expression. When the idea came up that I could share this experience with other smart, independent women of different ages and writing styles I was thrilled. My hope is that we will all learn from each other and that we will touch on important issues for others as well, that our souls will be enlightened through the exchange of perspective and wisdom. It is in this year that something special was born.
To my fellow authors/sisters/friends, it's a judgment free floor. Hold nothing back.
~ms. soul

What's in a blog?

I am a writer. I say that simple statement with all the pretentiousness that my voice can carry because I think it has to be true for a person to confidently write on a blog with no fear or no shame. After all the words you put in cyberspace will be out there for the world to see. The world may not know who wrote those words and will probably not care. But they will still be out there.

So what do I want to say for my first post?

If this is a serious endeavor in pouring our hearts out for the world to see, don't plan, just do. The blogs out there with the how to guides, the blah blahs and the whatchamacallits are out there because people are screaming at the world for them to listen.

We don't need to shout. We just speak our minds and our hearts when we can and it will be an amazing conglomeration of minds and words. Our lives will take on the interesting twists and turns and the stories will naturally come out. If this still seems like bunk...

I propose an exercise. This is applicable to everyone. Take ten minutes out of your busy lives and just find a quiet place with a blank sheet of paper and write. Don't stop just let the stream of consciousness flow. Don't stop to correct, don't stop to think, don't even stop to lift the pen off the paper. After ten minutes what you wrote will most likely be barely legible. But in that mess you'll find your gem. Start there.

Till the sun comes out,

Ms. Terry