A new friend, a great friend, said to me – “don’t hitch yourself to a falling star”. And I think more of us need to hear that.
Stars are illuminating. No matter how high in the sky, they are sparkles of light that, in the right moment, catch your breath. I once was “dating” (I use that term loosely) a boy who wanted to take me out star gazing. In the back of his truck, up in cottage country – to simply look at stars and enjoy each others company. I was IN. I mean, I was INNNN. He was handsome and he had a truck and he wanted to look at stars. Until he had a girlfriend, and the idea lost all of its lustre.
Point being, he was a falling star. He wasn’t going anywhere, and he only adored me because he thought I was bright, and radiant, and energetic. Well at least he was smart and observant!
Truth be told – I’ve hitched myself to a lot of falling stars. Ones that shine briefly, and flicker with sparkle just enough to make me hold on. But I can say, with experience, that the best thing to do with those stars is let them go. Immediately. Without looking back.
Star gazing is all about looking up in the sky and finding the most glorious star to feast your eyes on… no one looks to be captivated by the dull star, the star that is fizzling out. And while some may see that as an act of selfishness, maybe you should stand by the dull star to make them brighter – try it. It’ll suck the life right out of you. And I can guarantee they’ll start to look brighter than you in comparison. You’re too wonderful for that.
Hitch yourself to a higher star in the sky. I do with all the stars I surround myself with. Shining bright, for all to see.
“I feel there are two people inside me – me and my intuition. If I go against her, she’ll screw me every time, and if I follow her, we get along quite nicely.”
– Kim Basinger
I often wondered why, when growing up, I was told to trust my intuition. I wanted to believe what others would say to me, to take people at face value – the ol’ benefit of the doubt. But as I got older, I became a believer in intuition. Some call it “female intuition”, and while I can’t vouch for males, I know we women have it. The gut feeling that tells you something isn’t right. That someone isn’t giving you all the information you need. And quite often, your “crazy” isn’t so crazy after all.
Today I reconfirmed that. And like always, I was right.
I love being right. I really do. But I often wish, at times like these, that I wasn’t. That my crazy was in fact, a little nutso. That I was making things up in my head. But when your head tells your heart something, and you have a sinking feeling in that spot reserved for butterflies, it’s better to wise up, and listen closely.
Too beautiful to let someone get the best of you, listen to that little voice. The one who’s trying to protect you. It’s not about giving up, it’s simply about giving in.
I am a big believer in controlling your own destiny. That fate will inevitably show you a course, but it is up to you to be wise enough to follow the path.
Recently I have been reminded that you can only control your own actions. Your path may not intersect with someone elses, and it may leave you lonely, to walk on your own, for an extended period of time. But your responsibility is to stay true to you, and not to alter the path of another.
So remember that. You can only control you. Don’t you fret about anyone else, sweethearts.