Hiya!
Good Monday to you!
I'm not usually a fan of Mondays, however this Monday is an exception. You see, I'll be away from work on a 5-week training and I'm pretty excited. Not exactly a vacay 'cause I'll be reading and writing tests but I get 5 weeks to dress as I please and be freeeeeeee! Yayness.
Ok, to today's post.
I was blog-hopping, as I'm known for, and I landed on one of my favorite blogs,
Third World Profashional and her most recent post recently struck a chord with me. In it, she referenced another blog post which she felt she needed to share with her readers. I also think you guys need to read this and I really really really want to know your thoughts on this soul mate thing. Are soul mates real or not?
I personally do not believe in any one person for me, I don't believe there is a "The One", I don't believe in fate and I'm not entirely sure I believe anything is "meant to be". I do believe that a lot of people like the easy way out and would like to believe 'He wasn't the one" when a relationship ends, they won't push for things and instead cross their arms believing "If it's meant to be, it'll come back to me". I'm not saying keep resuscitating a dead relationship, just learn the lessons and move on till you find someone whose annoying sh*t you can actually live with :)
Also, I know people who have remarried after their significant other passed on and they'll tell you they never thought it was possible to find that kinda love a second time. But guess what? They did.
Please read the article Mary wrote below:
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MY HUSBAND IS NOT MY SOUL MATE
I would like to say that while grading my
students’ essays there is never a dull moment, but that would be an absolute
lie. Mostly grading students’ essays is a boring, excruciating job. It makes me
rethink my college career path, my desire to be a teacher, and life in general.
Essays written by twelve year olds are life sucking.
But then there are moments, just a line or
two, that flip switches. Maybe not in the students’ heads–they still don’t seem
to remember to indent a new paragraph or to not use abbreviations in formal
writing–but a switch, a light bulb, will go off in my head and, like dominoes,
one thing leads to another and then there we are.
It’s not fair that people with disabilities
get judged by how they look. Some adults don’t get soul mates because of how
they are looked at.
-Makenzie, 7th grader
There are about a million different ways I
could go right now. Those two sentences are so full of confusion and discussion
points, I could probably make those lines a series of posts, but where I’m
going has to do with “soul mates.”
Soul mates.
The first thing I wanted to do was run home
and tell my children–my daughters–that soul mates aren’t real. That this isn’t
something to dream about, something to wish and hope for. Because it will let
you down and make all your real, healthy, and sometimes-disappointing
relationships feel less than.
The only thing stopping me from this
conversation is that my daughters are three and five. They think they’re
going to grow up and marry their daddy. They’re not sure if they’ll be the
husband or the wife though because those are confusing words to remember. In
our house gender roles are the exact opposite of societal norms. I don’t want
them to know how our house works isn’t “normal.” I don’t want them to think one
way is normal, I want them to figure out what works best for their world when
they finally get to make their own.
But I don’t want them to long for, look for,
or hold out hope for their soul mate. Because they will always be let down.
Chris Graham is not my soul mate. He is my husband, my best friend, my lover, my
favorite person to talk to, my biggest cheerleader, and my family.
But he does not complete me, fill me up, or
make my world.
He challenges me, encourages me, and talks
me down off cliffs, but he isn’t the end-all-be-all of my world. That is a
dangerous thing to ask of a relationship because I’m in love with and married
to a flawed man. And he married a really flawed Mary. The idea that I can
complete the hole he has in his heart, this want for something to fill him up,
is wrong and destined to be painful. Because that hole isn’t of this world.
That want and need we have for someone to know us, really know us, will never
be satisfied while we’re here on earth.
And I think that idea, that lie we’ve been
sold, damages so many relationships, ends marriages, and leaves countless
people unhappy when they’ll truly never be happy.
I love my husband. I think he’s pretty
awesome or I wouldn’t have married him and had some babies with him. He makes
my life more interesting, makes me better, and loves me even when I’m not very
lovable (which is a lot of the time). I picked a good one, for sure. And I’m
glad he’s in my life.
But if I hadn’t met him, I think my life
would still be pretty good. I wasn’t waiting for someone else to come along and
rescue me from my horrible existence. I had a good existence before him. I was
loved and cared for and fought for by a Father that made me whole in a way no
one else could.
Soon I’m going to let my daughters in on the
“soul mate” secret. That it’s made up and dangerous and unrealistic. That their
God loves them more than any man ever could and that no one will ever come
along and complete them the way they long to be completed. Their longing isn’t
of this world. But that isn’t to say I don’t want them to find amazing husbands
one day. It’s something I pray about often, asking God to be molding those
young men–wherever they are–to be good mates for my girls, to be strong men of
God, to have character above everything else. But that they don’t look to
complete a girl’s life, either. That they’re pretty good on their own and then
they meet one of my amazing daughters and they’ll want to do life together. And
serve God together. Because He’s their soul mate. He’s their whole.
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The article can be found on Mary's blog Trusty Chucks
So what do you think, Soul mates or nah?
*P.S: After posting this, I stumbled upon another 'My Husband is not my soul mate" article on
The Art in Life 's blog and YOU MUST READ IT!
Ok, final goodbye.
