S.R.Claridge writes Mystery and Romantic Suspense novels. Her work has been said to have the energy of Dan Brown, the mystery of Mary Higgins Clark and the humor of Janet Evanovich. Claridge novels will take you to the edge of your seat, keep you guessing until the very end and ultimately warm your heart. It is on the pages of every S.R.Claridge novel that Mystery and Sensual Suspense collide.

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Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Magic. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Matchless


People are so unique.  I look around and it is amazing to me how every single person is different…uniquely their own entity, with no one else on the planet exactly like them.  Even identical twins are not the same.  Their exterior appearance may be similar but their social, emotional, mental and psychological capabilities are inimitable. Think about it… no one thinks exactly like you.  No one sees the world through your eyes except you.  How wondrous it makes life when we realize our matchlessness.  

Sidebar:  I love the word “wondrous”… it’s like wonderful and fabulous all rolled into one.  J

Every person possesses a make-up or design that goes far beyond basic genetics.  Sure, their DNA makes them unique, but on top of that is life experience, the ups and downs of every day, the scars, the joys, the wounds, the lessons, the feeling of living that each of us experiences in our own way.  It’s the roller coaster of life, and though we are all strapped into the same ride, our expectations, anticipations and overall view of the ride gives us individual distinction.

Some people are energized by crowds, while others are overwhelmed.  Some people feel at-home in front of an audience, while others stutter and tremble with fear.  Some people are comfortable walking around naked, while others would die of humiliation if anyone saw them unclothed.  Some people are witty, while others struggle to get the punch-line out.  The point is we all have little quirks that make us who we are, and we shouldn’t feel ashamed of being different or not being “main-stream.”  For, what is main-stream anyway?  What determines normal? 

A better question is:  Why do so many people want to be “normal?” 

If normal means dressing, talking and acting like everyone else...then I’ll pass.  If main-stream means conforming to underlying rules and regulations which stifle uniqueness…I’ll pass.  To me, normal is boring and life is too short to be bored.  Life is too precious to piss it away with all of the things you think you “should” be doing and none of the things in which you desire to engage.  If you spend your whole life trying to stifle who you are so that you can fit in and become someone you think others think you’re supposed be...you’re wasting time and you’re hurting yourself. 
 

No one else can be you better than you.  If you’re so busy trying to be someone else, who will be you?   Instead of looking at others and comparing yourself to the qualities they have and you believe you lack, tweak your perspective and compare your differences and how the fact that you are different makes both of you special.  It is our differences that enable us to create a magical existence.  It is our differences that enable us to see beauty in so many forms.  It is our differences that make us matchless.

Embrace your matchlessness and enjoy the you that you were made to be. ~ 

 


 

Monday, February 11, 2013

How Times Have Changed


Valentine’s Day is just around the corner and it got me thinking. When I was single, Valentine’s Day was all about having a date for the evening, planning out what I would wear, painting my nails pink or red, anxiously awaiting his arrival, going out to dinner, the goodnight kiss, etc.  The whole day was spent dreaming of a romantically magical evening. 

Twenty years and two kids later… Valentine’s Day means something entirely different.  Now, it’s about making shoe boxes into the perfect Valentine receptacle, about purchasing Valentines for each child’s friends and classmates, and about buying teacher gifts and making treats for classroom parties.  By the time the day is done, I’m too tired to even think about a romantically magical evening… besides, finding a babysitter for Valentine’s Day is virtually impossible.  All the babysitters are young and single and busy preparing for their magical evenings.

By the time we get the kids to bed, my husband and I will look at each other and exhale.  We’ll both be beat.  We’ll open a bottle of red wine, exchange cards and snuggle on the couch to a re-run of Star Trek: The Next Generation.  Twenty years ago I would have said this was lame…but now, it feels blissfully wonderful.
 
And if we stay awake long enough... we enjoy a lot more than just a goodnight kiss.  :)