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Love is a Slow Burning Flame

I was talking to a friend of mine who has hesitation about a man, who, I am pretty sure, is in love with her dirty drawers (lol). She's afraid. She's hesitant. All because he doesn't fit the "mold" of attraction that she is used to. It's taking time for her to warm to him. He's romantic, kind, an old-fashioned gentleman.Your mother would love him. Your father would shake his hand warmly and firmly... But still. She won't dive in head first..and give her all to him. Simply...she's just scared. She likes him. She'd never hurt him...she's open but apprehensive.

I told her my advise as friend to her...things that my mother has said to me in one form or another...

"Girl....Love is a slow burning flame...not a raging fire. Sometimes it takes time for passion and love to build. If you go in hot and heavy..often it will burn out. "

I am reminded of a scene I saw in a movie called HappyThankYouMorePlease staring Malin Ackerman...which resonated with me deeply.... Take a look

By the end of that scene, I was a snot filled, crying mess of a movie-watcher, sitting on my couch, in my fuzzy toe socks, holding my pillow. That one scene summed up how much fear that most of us women (and some men too) have when it comes to letting go and just embracing what is GOOD for us, regardless of the package they were in. Bliss is your birthright!! (more on that later....)

 How many times in life have we dismissed someone because they were so out of the box, so much of what we ASKED FOR, we reject them? We run away from our destiny.  Only to end up back alone...back to where we started...with no one.

Love and passion take time. I'm not saying be with someone who bores you..who just isn't for you. But to ignore a person's genuine interest and adoration for you just because they don't fit the typical bill of what you are used to is ridiculous. Don't "block your blessing" as the old church mothers say!

Why don't you try what Annie did....

Sit back..
Close your eyes
Listen to the message they are sending you
Process it

So my advice in 2012 to all of you, who may be on the fence about love with someone who isn't your "typical::
SO DON'T FIGHT IT! . This is the year of breakthroughs. Shouldn't love be included in that too? So...

Go and "Get yourself Loved"

I know I am (and will) :)


  1. I swear you just described my BFF and her current situation I need to send her this ASAP!

  2. You nailed it, and I think that's the best advice for her!

    Go and "Get yourself Loved" <--- Love that!

  3. I read this quote when you posted it on FB and loved it! I wish someone had told me that in my youth!


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