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Heal

Journal Entry: Sun Apr 26, 2009, 5:29 PM

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There's nothing worse than having your dreams and wishes totally broken apart. I think that's worse than having your heart broken. Actually I'm pretty sure it is.
The following is a very loose description of a true story...

So…

As I'm driving to work one morning not too long ago, my mind is filled yet again of all the possible things I could have done wrong. I was just dumped. Though, technically, I did the dumping. But neglect had led me to make that decision. Regardless, in my mind, it was I who was dumped. And I felt utterly shitty about it.

I was a mess really. I lost my appetite, lost my artistic inspiration (the horror!), and had absolutely no wish to be surrounded by others, friends or family. And especially the family. They have a way of getting right smack in the middle of whatever chaotic dilemma you might be having and get all tangled in it. And it's a bigger pain in the ass to get them out of it than it is to deal with your own problems.

Anyway, the same questions that had been plaguing me for the past week or so were running through my head again. Was it something I said? Something I did? Was it my nose? Or worse yet, my crooked tooth???

Of course I had no answer. Never would, either. But that sinking, stinking, gnawing, crushing, painful feeling that was the result of being rejected tore at my insides. And I felt that no matter how much time passed, I would never really heal. Well, I knew I would. One always does. But at that moment, I felt that I never would.

Regardless, I now had to walk around with the broken pieces of myself and figure out a way to put them back together again. And I had no idea as to how to begin.

OooO

People say that time heals, but I found that to be utter bullshit. Two months later, I was still in pieces without a clue as to how to mend my broken self and wounded pride.

I was sure that my delayed healing stemmed from my growing doubt in my religion. You hear Christians preach constantly that God has a plan for all of us and that things happen for a reason. I couldn't for the life of me, see a "plan" or a "reason" for my continued misfortune. As a matter of fact, I was sure that God had nothing to do with it.

But then, the strangest thing happened to me...and my doubt was seriously shaken.

In the middle of a very busy, very congested, highway, on my way to my favorite art store, aka ‘my distraction,’ my car broke down. I was fairly surprised that I didn't panic. As a matter of fact, I was so freaking calm that I actually turned on my hazardous lights as I pulled over to the shoulder. For those few moments, I was very proud of myself.

I did panic, however, when I couldn't find my phone. As a lazy person, I had never bothered to memorize any of my family's or friends' numbers. So no phone meant no one to call.

As the blood began rushing to my head, my phone suddenly rang in my purse, alerting me to its existence. It was my mother. Normally, she never calls on weekdays after school. We live in the same house, you see. Calling me for whatever non-important reason was pointless. When I asked her later why she called, she revealed that she didn't know. She just felt like calling.

So anyway, after hanging up with her, I called the man that saves my life in desperate emergencies like this. As my dad was telling me the number for triple A, a shades rocking, totally handsome officer pulls up next to me to ask what’s wrong. Lucky? Wait till you hear the rest.

Turns out that in order for triple A to pick up my car, we had to move it out of the highway, otherwise I would have to cut my arm off to pay for a highway tow truck.

So the dear police officer, after flirting with me (yeah. For real), he begins to push my car out of the way. Out of no where, two guys pull over and ask to help. My jaw drops now. No way could a girl be /this/ freaking lucky.

Not too long afterwards, my car is safely in a lot. The officer bids me farewell and good luck (he didn't ask for my number and I was eternally grateful for that. Cops as boyfriends are not ideal) and I call triple A. The lady was rude. Very rude. She obviously did not see the emergency in my situation.

After her display of lack of finesse, she informs me that a tow truck would arrive within two hours or so. I curse my luck. But lo and behold, as she calls again to get the correct town five minutes later (I had given her the wrong one. I wish it had been on purpose) a tow truck pulls up. It so happened that the tow truck guy was passing through and saw my car. And as luck would have it, he worked for triple A.

Less than half and hour later, I was safely home in the loving arms of my mother, who had been worrying and stressing out more than I had been. The dear.

I can't really explain how was it that I got so darn lucky during the whole highway fiasco thing, only that I don’t think it was just dumb luck. No way could I get that lucky that many times in one sitting. No, I believe that I was being watched over very closely by a supreme being.

The fact that I was cared for so carefully, especially at a such crucial, life threatening moment when my car broke down in the middle of a highway, brought me great comfort.

I can honestly say that I no longer feel doubtful. And while I wasn’t right back to the same ol’ me, something better happened; I began to heal.

The end.




Featured Art


Guardian Angel

I have always strongly believed, despite my recent, though no longer existing, doubt in my religion, that guardian angels exist. They walk with us, help us carry our burdens, cry with us, care for us, and always watch over us. It may sound creepy, but I believe that without them, many of us, myself included, would have plunged to our deaths a long time ago.

Kidding, just kidding. =D

Anyway, below you will find wonderful representations of guardian angels. The hunk on picture number six is the angel watching over me ;)
Enjoy.



From Left to Right, Top to Bottom:
1. A Guardian Angel by imaginedmoments
2. Guardian by Nightwalker-86
3. Guardian Angel by peachjuice
4. Guardian Angel Arin by Idiehl
5. The Last Guardian Angel by nettachan
6. The Guardia by bigmanhaywood
7. Gabriela by bigmanhaywood
8. Guardian Angel by Mega-Link
9. Guardian Angel by Badhead-Gadroon
10. Guardian Angel by visualjenna


  • Mood: Love
  • Reading: Shinju by Laura Joh Rowland
  • Watching: Sex and the City...I'm addicted
  • Eating: Chocolate, of course.
  • Drinking: I'm being healthy; water

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  • Interests: piano (i play :), music, drawing, crotcheting...
  • Favourite movie: All Saints Day by Tommy J. La Sorsa
  • Favourite band or musician: Too many to list
  • Favourite genre of music: Anything that moves me
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dean Koontz
  • Operating System: My...car?
  • MP3 player of choice: ipod!
  • Skin of choice: My own naturally tanned skin. I never have to worry about suntannig
  • Favourite game: Brain Age...and yet my brain is still slow...hmm
  • Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo DS
  • Favourite cartoon character: Garfield, Calvin, and too many more...;)
  • Personal Quote: Our choices make us who we are, so for the love of all that is good, make smart choices!
  • Tools of the Trade: Paper, pencil, scanner, and Corel Painter.

Comments


Hola Gisela!!

Tengo una nueva cuenta, ya que esta fue acosada por un molesto que finalmente consiguió que me limpiaran la galería u.u

~behindscenes es esta ^^ de ahora en más haré todo allí.

Nos vemos, cuidate mucho amiga! =3
Thanks a lot for faving some of my art :D
your so very welcome darlin. You have a fabulous gallery!
=D

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Our choices make us who we are. So for the love of all that is good, make smart choices!
~Gisela
Thank you for the fave :hug:

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:orange: Orange soul (≧ヮ≦)
You're so very welcome, darlin!

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Our choices make us who we are. So for the love of all that is good, make smart choices!
~Gisela

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