I have been gone a long time, I am sorry for my absence in blog posts. I was so busy with school, and work, basically just life in general there seemed to be little to no time to do posts, but not to worry, I have plenty coming and that’s a promise. Welcome to my new website for those recently switching over from rotatingcompass.blogspot.com! Note that I am still making changes to the website, but it is finally up and running. I have so much to tell, but I thought I would instead share with you something that I read today. It was a blogpost, something I think we all can relate to, and something that I would probably say myself. I too have blogs that I enjoy reading from time to time. There is one blog called That Kind Of Woman, which is one that I stumbled upon, and has become a personal favourite. I copied what she posted today because I don’t think I could even come close to saying it better myself. Sometimes we don’t always get it right, we make mistakes, we thought we knew it all but then we look back and everything seems different, but it is when we face our errors, and try to fix them that we can see past all the bad. Sometimes life and love doesn’t make sense, but the flaws are all part of the ride. RC
Don’t hang out with people that push aside the bad and only demand the good from you. No one is perfect. No one gets it right a 100% of the time, but there are the people that try, and those people are the people that will look at your flaws and see beauty. They will see the fragile, the strong and they will appreciate you for both. They will defend you, they will share you. Those are the people that you need in your life. Not people that stand by and only share the best of times with you, they are selfish, indeed.
Seek flaws, cherish them, because the combined perfections and flaws that make you up, are what make you exactly who you are. Improvement comes from yourself, not someone telling you that you should or shouldn’t be, do, or want.
Good luck my friends, it’s a war and each day we win and lose battles with ourselves getting to the end. –That Kind of Woman