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		<title>My Loss = My Win</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jul 2011 19:38:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Raely B.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m still having mixed emotions about actually going public with a series of unfortunate, heartbreaking events that has occurred within the last few weeks. But as I&#8217;m typing, I&#8217;m convincing myself that by the time I&#8217;m done with all that I need to say, I&#8217;ll feel brand new and relieved. Once I realized that saving [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m still having mixed emotions about actually going public with a series of unfortunate, heartbreaking events that has occurred within the last few weeks. But as I&#8217;m typing, I&#8217;m convincing myself that by the time I&#8217;m done with all that I need to say, I&#8217;ll feel brand new and relieved. Once I realized that saving face would only deprive you guys of the authenticity that I pride myself in providing, I was not willing to jeopordize the integrity of my blog. I came to the conclusion that I&#8217;d just rather keep it real. </p>
<p>Jonathan and I are no longer a couple. Yep, you read that correctly. Even after last month&#8217;s post about how extremely happy I was, which I truly was, all of that has ended. When I came to the realization that his behavior was just <b>unacceptable</b>, I had a very difficult time trying to tame my emotions. I cried, screamed, and begged God for just a little bit of strength to overcome this. But see, what God says pretty much goes, and He just wasn&#8217;t feelin&#8217; it. </p>
<p>So what happened exactly? Well, Jonathan had a girlfriend, or has a girlfriend, or maybe they are no longer a couple after everything came to light. Needless to say, it was a discovery for her and I&#8211;a mature, emotional discovery. She cried &#8211; I cried. There was more than empathy that I felt for her. I was able to sympathize with her because I was in that same situation not long ago. I won&#8217;t go into detail, simply because she disclosed a few things to me that I prefer to keep off this blog. (You never know who&#8217;s peeping.) Nevertheless, I sincerely, from the bottom of my heart, wish her the best and pray that she is given guidance in whatever she decides to do. </p>
<p>It was hard, especially since it was something that I really wanted.  I had finally decided to give this love thing another shot, and it didn&#8217;t end how I had expected. But after lingering on the decision I made to give love another try, I reminded myself that with love, there are always risks. <b>Love is a risk.</b> Being in love was a great feeling, even though Jonathan wasn&#8217;t truthful with me the whole time. But there&#8217;s something that won&#8217;t allow me to believe that he didn&#8217;t feel <i>something</i> for me. All of those shoes, clothes, dates, flowers, monetary &#8220;just because&#8221; gifts, long conversations on the phone, slumber parties, and him just being there at my beck and call <i>had</i> to be for something right? </p>
<p>Maybe not. Sigh. </p>
<p>I&#8217;m upset, but I&#8217;m relieved that it&#8217;s all over&#8211;the truth has been revealed and that&#8217;s far better than wondering. On the other hand, the feeling of love still lingers. All this time I thought I wasn&#8217;t even capable of loving again, I proved myself wrong. I think I&#8217;d always love Jonathan for that&#8211;for the awakening, even though I&#8217;m sure this <i>love</i> will eventually downgrade to mere appreciation. </p>
<p>Overall, I&#8217;m fearless. I&#8217;m ready to love. <b>Again</b>. I loved the feeling and I know now that I still know how to love.. and that I can love. Ultimately, I lost the guy/gave up the guy, but simultaneously, that was my win. I&#8217;d never want to keep a guy like that because if I would, that would definitely lower my self-worth. And my worth depreciates for <b>no one!</b></p>
<p>There are still good guys out here. That is my belief. There are guys that want to be had &#8211; that need to be had &#8211; that just want to be loved. </p>
<p>Sit tight guys, I&#8217;m coming!</p>
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		<title>To Sum Things Up..</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 05 Feb 2011 16:48:11 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Raely B.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Have you ever started a blog entry with the intent of it being a short, informative passage just to update your readers and it ended up being entirely too damn long for your own liking? Yeah? Well I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m not alone on this one. My sole intention was just to give a brief summary [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Have you ever started a blog entry with the intent of it being a short, informative passage just to update your readers and it ended up being entirely too damn long for your own liking? Yeah? Well I&#8217;m glad I&#8217;m not alone on this one. My sole intention was just to give a brief summary of why my updates have been so sparce and I went off on several tangents. So, I&#8217;ll try this again &#8211; and this time, I&#8217;ll use bullets. </p>
<ul><strong>Family</strong> &#8211; I celebrated my son&#8217;s birthday at the end of the month. January weather is the worst. It seemed like every weekend I planned to have my son&#8217;s birthday party, it rained or was extremely cold. Nevertheless, cake and ice cream was served and he had a blast.</ul>
<ul><strong>Finances</strong> &#8211; Financially, I have reached a stable point in my life and I&#8217;m looking forward to the comfort that it brings. I&#8217;ve recently opened a Christmas Club account, restarting my Emergency fund, and I&#8217;m also planning for a few vacations. to remain in this stable state, I act as if I don&#8217;t have it. I act as if I have yet to receive my income taxes, money from school, etc. It&#8217;s working wonders for me. </ul>
<ul><strong>Education</strong> &#8211; School is .. <i>going</i>. But, what else is new? Still, I&#8217;m not overwhelmed as I expected this type of workload. I&#8217;m still able to complete my assignments early and on time and I&#8217;m quite proud of myself for doing so.</p>
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<ul><strong>Social &#038; Romance </strong>- I&#8217;m meeting and greeting. not necessarily romantically, but I&#8217;m finding joy and excitement in meeting new people and being more social that what I normally am. I still only have eyes for the Mister who has me <a href="http://est1987.net/2011/01/flying-high/">flying high</a> even though I don&#8217;t get to see him often. There&#8217;s a reason why I&#8217;m holding on and I have a feeling that I won&#8217;t regret it. </ul>
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<ul><strong>Life</strong> &#8211; <i>Pretty good.</i> </p>
<p>January ended pretty well and I&#8217;m looking forward to what Feburary has in store. </ul>
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		<title>Flying High.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 08 Jan 2011 16:36:06 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Raely B.</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I came here with hopes to share a few thoughts, feelings and emotions. These inclinations and sentiments are weighing on my heart, in a good way, nevertheless. I knew everything that I was going to say and how I wanted to say it. Specifically, I wanted to share my view on what life&#8217;s like in [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://est1987.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/gm.png" rel="lightbox[2465]" rel="lightbox[2465]" title="gm"><img src="http://est1987.net/wp-content/uploads/2011/01/gm-209x300.png" alt="" title="gm" width="209" height="300" class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-2470" style="border:1px solid #cccccc" /></a>I came here with hopes to share a few thoughts, feelings and emotions. These inclinations and sentiments are weighing on my heart, in a good way, nevertheless. I knew everything that I was going to say and how I wanted to say it. Specifically, I wanted to share my view on what life&#8217;s like in <i>Smittenville</i>; but now that task seems hardest to complete. My thoughts are all over the place. Perhaps it&#8217;s because when I revisit the occurrence that I want to share, I find myself dwelling on that moment. I find myself smiling at how it seems as though he needs to hold my hand and play with my fingers. I linger on the thought of his smile, the sound of his laughter, and his dimples. Each time, I re-savor what has already occurred. I am reliving <strong>that</strong> moment as if the past is the present. It&#8217;s truly remarkable to be able to do such.</p>
<p>Love? I think I have a long way to go before I get there. Meanwhile, I&#8217;m enjoying what my friends call <i>smitten</i>. I like smiling for no reason. I like the text messages throughout the day. I like the dates. I like when we just stay at home.  I like the stories he has to tell. I like how he turns and looks at me, with his head slightly slanted, just to show that he&#8217;s listening to me. I <b>love</b> when it&#8217;s just me and him.</p>
<p>I probably shouldn&#8217;t put all of my eggs in one basket, but I honestly can&#8217;t help it. I don&#8217;t even have time to juggle all of the names, personalities, and &#8220;chill dates&#8221; with other people. I don&#8217;t <b>want</b> to. I can&#8217;t help the fact that every one else seems so obsolete to me now. My mind is consumed with pleasant thoughts. I try to keep those thoughts private but my attitude and my smile opted out of the offer I presented to keep those thoughts private. </p>
<p>My friends are having a blast with advertising my newfound happiness. Their comments are profuse. My sister has a myriad of vulgar, yet hilarious, things to say. But in particular, she claimed that I appeared as if I was floating.. no, <i>flying</i>. </p>
<p>I smiled.</p>
<p>Previously, I&#8217;ve felt as though I no longer knew how to love due to all that I&#8217;ve been through with my last relationship. <em>I guess there is no such thing as a bird forgetting to fly..</em> </p>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2010 23:40:03 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Raely B.</dc:creator>
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