I’m not cut out for love.

After my first “break up” in my new single life, I sequestered myself in the bedroom for the day, allowing myself to shiver and cry in private. Emptiness filled the room, and once again I considered the possibility that it was me that had the issue.  I was broken. A deluge of tears let loose, soaking my pillow.

Alone, hurt and incredibly sad, I searched for the only living comfort I had left – my cat.  After calling out to him several times to no avail, I gave up and pulled the covers over my head.  

Why am I so obsessed with the state of your soul? Should I just step away and let you live your life without any comment or interference from me? It’s only been a few years since we lived in the same house, and it’s already as if fossils are already forming in the eons.

The most selfish organ is the heart.

You know those exercises when you are supposed to think of what you hope or wish people would say about you at your funeral? This, above any fame or fortune or connection or accomplishment, is what I would want people to think of and remember about me.

Because you know what?

Life Is Beautiful

I’d like to subtitle this post:

AKA Elisa Screwed Up Her First Attempt At A Gravity Form

Since there has been ALMOST AN ENTIRE WEEK that people couldn’t submit or thought that they had missed the deadline, I’m gonna suck it up and push the deadline out to NEXT FRIDAY DECEMBER 30TH.

If you need a refresher, here are the submission guidelines and form

Call For Writers, Vloggers, Photographers and Artists – The time is coming early to collect submissions for the third annual collection of essays and submissions detailing and exploring the complexities and beautiful simplicity of all things love! Deadline for submissions will be Friday, December 23rd