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{March 21, 2013}   Impossible? It’s Possible!

This is a daily prompt taken from the Daily Post a few days ago.

“Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.” – the White Queen, Alice in Wonderland.

What are the six impossible things you believe in? (If you can only manage one or two, that’s also okay.)

First of all when I first saw this post done on my friend Dayle’s blog, a song from ‘Rodger’s and Hammerstein’s “Cinderella” popped into my head. It’s a song called “Impossible” that states in a funny way how since the world is full of zany fools that don’t listen to sense and keep believing impossible things, impossible things keep happening! Therefore, my post title…”Impossible? It’s Possible!”

Now for supposedly impossible things that I believe in!

  1. I believe in Ghosts. As someone who was raised as a Christian, I know it seems to go against everything I was taught but I have seen things that can’t be explained and having a husband who is a paranormal investigator has allowed me to see more and I truly believe there ARE ghosts and things there are no explanations for.
  2. I believe in God, not gods.
  3. I believe in the power of Love. Call me a romantic if you will(although I detest cheesy romance novels and movies!) but I believe in true love and soulmates and all that jazz 😉
  4. I believe that things happen for a reason, even if we may never know that reason.
  5. I believe in Angels and I believe they interact with us here on Earth more than we realize. I believe that people have Guardian Angels that speak to them like a conscience.
  6. I believe there are people we meet along our path in life, that whether good or bad, are meant to help us on our journey. Whether we follow the correct path or not is our choice, but I believe each person we meet is, in some small way, impacts our life.


Oh, heartbreaks and your first love. It seems so long ago…and I suppose it really was, now that I consider it. I remember filling notebooks up with his name and little hearts as if it would magically seal us together forever. I remember how every song or every picture would somehow remind me of him in some way or the other. And I remember the heart ache from each time our relationship came apart. The very first time I ever felt heartbreak was on the morning of a day when most girls in a relationship get cards and roses and chocolates. They are all aglow with happiness and feel more in love than ever. I awoke that morning excited to have a boyfriend that I felt I was in love with. Then I was handed the phone by my mom. One of my friends was on the other line, she was at school and I was at the time, doing home school. She called to relay to me the message that my then boyfriend wanted to break up with me. My mind raced through feelings of “This must be a joke” to anger over being told about this by a friend as a mediator. Where was the boy I was in love with in all this? How come HE did not choose to tell me himself?

Apparently, he was in the background and confirmed the break up. I was in tears, heart broken and feeling, at the time, as if I was dying. I felt a pain unlike any physical pain I had ever felt before and was so lost and confused. I didn’t understand what I had done wrong to make him no longer want to be with me. I felt like my world was crumbling around me and like I had nothing anymore. At the moment, I couldn’t fathom how anyone could deal with so much heartbreak. Every song and picture led to more tears and my pillow became my best friend. All I could think about were ways that I could possibly get back with him and make everything alright again.

At some point, we made up and got back together. The first heartbreak wasn’t sewed up and gone, though. It still hurt and it would hurt again in the future. The relationship ended yet again on my 16th birthday when I showed up at the fair only to see him and find out we were not only done, but he had been seeing another girl who was also at the fair. If the quote “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned” could fit into any situation so well….it was at that moment. I wanted to literally strangle her and him both for playing with my heart.

I’m so glad to be done with teenage heartbreak. Me and him were on and off again like that for 2 1/2 years. Time wasted where my heart was all in and he was immature and not worth it. Years later, we would find our ways together yet again at the age of 21. He seemed to be different and my feelings had never changed, but only been hidden away. This time seemed better, it seemed right and I really thought I would marry him. But I was wrong again and the heartbreak came rushing back. You would think that was the end of everything, but of course, not quite. Shortly before my now husband entered my life, this other guy popped back up. There actually WAS a difference in him that time and I do believe he finally loved me, but for once, all the heartbreak had eradicated any real chance with him. Funny how someone can finally come around but when they do…sometimes it’s too late.

Things happen for a reason, I do believe. I have no desire to take revenge on the one who first broke my heart. We were both young back then and he was immature and I truly believe that over time, he came to regret what he did and wish he had done things differently. That, in a way, is revenge in itself. But I don’t want him to suffer, I do hope he finds happiness with someone else and is able to treat her right and not play with her heart like he did mine. I am happy and married to a wonderful man that I feel was brought into my life at the perfect time and I have no regrets that I am not with the other guy. I love who I have now and don’t want any other. I DID want revenge in the past, right after it all happened, but not anymore. I have grown up and grown a little wiser and wish no harm to befall him. Each heartbreak is a lesson learned. I haven’t talked to him in years and I would probably just say a simple hello and no more if I ever did see him. I don’t really have anything else to say. He already knows that I forgave him for the past; I turned HIM down the last time so the last heartbreak was to him. I’m not happy or sad about that. I think I went about it a lot better than he had in the past.

*This was in response to the daily prompt.

Topic #157:

Describe the first person who broke your heart. And if you could take revenge on them now, would you? Did you ever think about it? What would you say to them now if you met them on the street?

If you’re still reading and you’re wondering what the Mascara in the title is about…..I told my husband earlier, “Don’t borrow my mascara!”…to which he raised one eyebrow and gave me a “what the heck are you talking about?” look. I am pretty sure he thought I had literally lost my mind. But I hadn’t….I had just read a funny fortune that said that I was going to get pink eye when someone borrowed my mascara. Since I live with only my husband, I am in utter confusion as to who would possibly borrow my mascara. I don’t think a robber is going to break in and borrow it. For one thing, I need to replace it and get a newer one! They can just steal it…if that’s ALL they want! So….I came to the conclusion that the fortune MUST be pointing fingers at my husband. I never took him for the make-up wearing type but one never knows nowadays, do they? BUT after his confused look he gave me….Guess I don’t have to worry about HIM borrowing it? Hmmm…a case of wrong fortunes or is there a mystery mascara thief/borrower on the loose? 



Today’s Daily Prompt reminded me of “Seriously Funny Kids”, which is a TV show on Lifetime sort of reminiscent of Bill Cosby’s old “Kids say the Darnedest Things”. On the show, they have this section of the show called, ‘What is IT and what is IT for?” where they have an older item that kids are unfamiliar with and ask them what it is and what it’s for. I find it very amusing and hilarious the ideas the kids come up with to describe such things as an abacus or a floppy disk.

Well…today Word Press got the idea to ask everyone what their blogs were for. I must say that hearing, or rather reading, this question made me feel like a little kid on “Seriously Funny Kids”. To answer this question is very puzzling and difficult for me. At first, I was standoffish when I read it and wanted to plead the fifth. But then, I decided I WILL answer your question, Word Press! I’m afraid my answer will NOT be particularly politically correct and there may be a lot of boos and naysayers, but I will give you my answer. And as my mom was always fond of saying, “You can like it or lump it!”

Side note here: What exactly does it mean to lump it? Somehow I always felt as a child that this saying was akin to saying “Because I said so!” Do you REALLY have an option here? Since I STILL don’t understand what lumping it means (must be a word though since spell checker isn’t popping up!), I guess my only other option still is to LIKE it….~sighs~

Now back to the q/a! What is my blog for????

It’s for everyone and at the same time, no one at all in particular. It’s called The Real Sharon because it’s a place where I am 100% real. It’s a place where I unload my burdens on to a virtual paper, a place where I spill my heart out for those who care to see, a place where I share my life with others. It’s a place to connect with other human beings that maybe have a lot in common with me or maybe have very little or nothing at all. But I’m here sharing my life with others like a wide open book….this may mean stories of marriage, stories of day to day boring life, sharing my philosophy and outlook on things with others, or just sharing laughs.

How could I possibly make my blog focused on just one aspect of ME when I am so much more? I could have done my blog on just marriage or being a newlywed, being in my 20’s, a procrastinator, a plus size woman…there are so many things I could have chosen. To pick just one thing to blog about day after day seems rather tedious and dull, though. I don’t like to be stuck having to write about the same thing all the time. Isn’t blogging supposed to give you a sort of freedom? And what freedom can be found by not being able to ever go outside the box that you originally created for yourself?

We, as humans, are constantly evolving, constantly changing. I am not the same ME I was 3 years ago and I don’t expect to be the same 3 years from now. Does it make sense to make a blog and then constantly delete and remake one because your focus of what you want to write has changed along with yourself? To me, this makes as much sense as driving blind. I don’t know where I will be in the future so I choose not to focus my blog on any one particular thing. Instead my focus is on MY life in general. My life right now along with what made me ME in the first place. And in the future, it will still be focused on wherever my life has taken me at that point.

My blog is to entertain, inspire, make you laugh, make you cry, it’s everything rolled up into one because that’s what I am. That’s what I believe we all are. And I try to do my blog as if I am talking to you in person almost, sort of a conversationalist take on things. I admire people who are very descriptive in their blogs and wish I was better at that, but I believe I am better suited for a “diary” format. Some of my favorite books are ones where I feel like the character is speaking to me directly; like I am inside their head or sneaking a peak into their diary. Not sure if that’s why I feel better suited to writing in this same way or vice versa, but it might also have to do with my strong urge to be heard that I talked about yesterday.

So I hope you like my personal diary, conversationalist journey of a blog I have and if you don’t, that’s OK, too!

(I looked up the definition of lump in terms of “lumping it”….I believe I was right….it seems to basically be “Like it or deal with it!” Now I know for sure I never had an option!



{March 18, 2011}   They were all lessons learned

There was a time in my life where I thought I would get to an age where there were fewer lessons to learn. With age comes wisdom, right? So I used to think that the older I got, the less there was to learn. Yet the older I have gotten, the more lessons I have learned. Some were really hard to learn, others simple but there’s been an increasing number of lessons rather than decreasing. Gazing off into my future, I don’t ever see this changing either. I expect to be surprised constantly by the amount of things I don’t understand that I will some day grasp the meaning of.

What’s the biggest lesson you learned so far this year? | The Daily Post at WordPress.com.

It’s halfway through the 3rd month of 2011 now. When I read this question at first, I thought to myself, “What HAVE I learned this year?” and at first, it seemed like I have learned nothing. Maybe the biggest lesson I am learning right now is that I actually have learned things this year.

Take a room you see everyday and change one small thing in it. Just one small, unimportant, and seemingly unnoticeable detail. Then watch and see whoever you share your space with as they go through the room. How long does it take them to notice this change? Do they ever?

Sometimes that’s how lessons are for me. I learn one but it’s like someone took a room of my house and placed a paper on the table that wasn’t there before or moved a book to a different spot. I’ll go through days of my life without noticing the change but just because something goes unnoticed doesn’t mean it’s not there. The same goes for lessons. Just because I don’t recognize a lesson I have learned doesn’t mean that there are little changes here and there in my daily life that are from that lesson. I just don’t always pay attention.

Funny that…..I’ve always thought I was good at paying attention to detail. But maybe that’s only when I choose to recognize it.

What’s MY biggest lesson I have learned this year? Well, I would have to say that I have more determination and will inside me than I give myself credit for. I challenged myself to fight my procrastination on January 11, 2011. 1/11/11. I told myself I was going to write EVERYDAY and I also told myself there was no telling myself that I could make excuses. That the voice in the back of my head that likes to linger there and say “You can’t do it, give up”! will cease to exist when it comes to THIS. I asked others Do you think I will be able to? but to myself, I never asked myself if I would be able to. Because there was no question. I was going to do it, Mrs. Procrastinator was going to sit down, shut up, and get out of my way and I refuse to spend even a minute on doubting myself!

And 2 months later, I have NOT missed a day. Am I shocked? Nope. Cause I never once told myself that there was even a possibility that I wouldn’t still be going through with my challenge at this point. There’s no doubt in my mind that I will make it a year either. If the doubt starts to come, I shoo it away like a fly.

So where was this motivation years ago when I wanted it to be there? I have no idea! I suppose it would have been nice to have it there but why spend time regretting that it wasn’t there? I’m embracing the fact that I am overcoming procrastination in this one small part of my life. Do I still procrastinate on other things? Oh yes! Procrastination is a devil with a pitch fork and I am poking it away an inch at a time….Baby steps! Baby steps!

So going forth into my future…..The blog will continue EVERY DAY and I will poke at this devil little by little and keep working on overcoming it. As for other issues in my life…..Well….There’s other lessons to be learned…..

(When I saw this Daily Prompt, I thought of this song by Carrie Underwood…wonderful lyrics!)

Lessons Learned

There’s some things that I regret,
Some words I wish had gone unsaid,
Some starts,
That had some better endings,
Been some bad times I’ve been through,
Damage I cannot undo.
Some things,
I wish I could do all all over again,
But it don’t really matter,
When life gets that much harder,
It makes you that much stronger,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

There’s mistakes that I have made,
Some chances I just threw away,
Some roads,
I never should have taken,
Been some signs I didn’t see,
Hearts that I hurt needlessly,
Some wounds,
That I wish I could have one more chance to mend,
But it don’t make no difference,
The past can’t be rewritten,
You get the life you’re given,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were,
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
And everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
Every change, life has thrown me,
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned.

And all the things that break you,
Are the things that make you strong!
You can’t change the past,
Cause it’s gone.
And you just gotta move on,
Because it’s all
Lessons learned.

And every tear that had to fall from my eyes,
From everyday I wondered how I’d get through the night,
From every change, life has thrown me.
I’m thankful, for every break in my heart,
I’m grateful, for every scar,
Some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Oh, some pages turned,
Some bridges burned,
But there were lessons learned,
Lessons learned.
Lessons learned.



{March 17, 2011}   Confidence grabber?

Today, I am doing the daily prompt from yesterday:

Grab a sentence from the nearest… | The Daily Post at WordPress.com.

Topic #73:

Grab the nearest book (or website) to you right now. Jump to paragraph 3, second Sentence. Write it in a post.

The nearest book to me is The Woman’s Book of Confidence: Meditations for Trusting & Accepting Ourselves by Sue Patton Thoele.  Since it doesn’t say what page to turn to, I just opened it up at random and read whatever the 3rd paragraph, 2nd sentence was.

“Without relationships we feel bereft, cut off from vital sources of comfort and support.”

That sentence can come off very anti-woman when you take it away from the context of the book. At first glance, I read this and think women don’t NEED relationships to be happy. You don’t have to have a man in your life to be whole. But in the context of this book, it’s talking about ALL relationships. Our relationships with our friends and families are an important aspect of our lives. Not everyone is so lucky to have much or any family and they may not have many friends. Without any family or friends in your life, I can imagine it would feel very lonely and depressing. There’s just something born within us that craves others for support and comfort.

This has nothing to do with the daily prompt really, but this sentence reminded me yet again how thankful I truly am to have so many friends AND family that are there for me. I think we ALL, at times, tend to forget how lucky we are to have people in our lives that care. Take some time and be thankful for them.

And to all my friends and family, Happy St. Patrick’s Day!



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