Imagine

Imagine~John Winston Lennon

Imagine there’s no heaven

It’s easy if you try

No hell below us

Above us only sky

Imagine all the people living for today

Imagine there’s no countries

It isn’t hard to do

Nothing to kill or die for

And no religion too

Imagine all the people living life in peace, you

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

Imagine no possessions

I wonder if you can

No need for greed or hunger

A brotherhood of man

Imagine all the people sharing all the world, you

You may say I’m a dreamer

But I’m not the only one

I hope some day you’ll join us

And the world will be as one

John Lennon once wrote about his interpretation of a world as one, the song ‘imagine’ became iconic and synonymous with Lennon himself long after his tragic death in 1980. I love this song, not just because it’s a classic but because it’s still relevant today: human nature is source of so many issues today. People have various political and religious beliefs not to mention their own interpretations of heaven and hell but rather than accepting each other’s differences in faith many faiths seem to want to prove they are the ‘correct’ religion. Many people want to take to the streets and harm their neighbors because they didn’t vote for the person which they themselves wanted and voted for. Would people live in peace if there truly was nothing to kill or die for?

People are also greedy, they have a ‘what have you done for me lately?’ attitude which is poisonous to humanity. If there were no sense of rich or poor? Worldly possessions which were to be had versus those have not would the world be more prone to giving? When I look all people who come together after natural disasters I think deeply of this song and wonder if we embraced a sense of mortality and lived like we’d just survived a national disaster how different would our world truly be? Not a world filled with so much hate.

I believe the fabric of America is made up of every day people like you and me who wake up and imagine the world as what we want it to be. In treating others with love, tolerance, and kindness we too can live as one.

If we all imagined like John Lennon I believe the world would be a beautiful place.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

Olivia June

The Story Behind Why I Created It: I call this piece ‘Olivia June ’ I sketched it while staring a a photograph I took of my baby niece sleeping on a bed in my Father in Law’s guest room. I’ve sketched photographs either by hand on canvas paper or on my phone via the app ‘Sketches’ with a stylus pen. I used two different brushes on the app itself to sketch this, the super fine second brush and the first ultra fine one for the fill in you see.

The goal was to make it look almost like the snow on a TV to give it sort of a timeless quality.

 

The Inspiration Factor: Kids grow fast, I felt blessed to be given a unique opportunity to capture Olivia as a baby forever in this sketch.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Egyptian Apocalypse

The Story Behind Why I Created It: I call this piece ‘The Egyptian Apocalypse ’ and my obsession with Egyptian birthed the idea for this piece. The History Channel was talking about the great pyramids and they are truly an intricate and well known synonymous pieces of architecture that relate to Egypt. I mean, let’s face it, when you think Egypt 🇪🇬 you think, King Tut, Queen Nefertiti, Queen Cleopatra and the Great Pyramids. I always admired how

The Inspiration Factor: Watching Cleopatra starring Liz Taylor 🙂

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Tale as Old As Time

The Story Behind Why I Created It: I call this piece ‘Tale As Old As Time’ and it’s for obvious reasons. The rose within the glass, dropping petals is very reminiscent of a certain Disney princess and her beastly lover. I sketched and edited this on the app ‘mybrushes’ using a basic stylus for precision on a rainy day in April 2015, it was a few months before I got married so obviously I had romance on the brain with wedding planning and whatnot. The truth is, I love flowers, the first painting I did on canvas when I was thirteen were a garden of flowers. For me, reasons behind WHY I create various art pieces are spontaneous, a good 95% of the time I get an image in my head and I’ll spend hours perfecting and editing my sketches till it’s too my satisfaction. I wanted something both classic and unique, I feel like I achieved that here.

The Inspiration Factor: I feel like Disney unconsciously inspires so much of my artwork. I think because when I sit down and sketch, my mind is free almost child like if that makes any sense at all and when I think back on some of my fondest memories growing up it was enjoying Disney movies on rainy days with my Mom, Dad (if he was off and not working) and brother. This particular work was actually set to the screensaver on my phone for a number of years and I got a lot of compliments on it at various points in time.

For years, I was a closet artist, which meant nobody really knew that I could draw until my binder was accidentally found one day by my parents. For me, I was never really much of a show off and having the ability to sketch and create things was for years my method of escaping reality for a little while, in the comfort of my bedroom. This, along with writing has always been my safe haven and I’m so blessed to be able to get to a point where I can share my work with all of you.

A Heartfelt Thanks:

I have six followers (7 counting myself)! It took me like 3 minutes to process that as a slow Cheshire Cat grin spread over my face and I just want to say: thank you!!! It took me a few years to really get this blog off the ground the way I envisioned it, and I feel so blessed that six of you decided to follow me and I hope you continue to like and share my work so that I can share more of my thoughts, sketches, poems, short stories and more with all of you.

A big FYI, I will also be posting some DIY’s soon, science experiments for kids and more so please stay tuned and thank for journeying with me each and every Friday.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

A Doorway To A Different Dimension

The Story Behind Why I Created It:

I call this piece ‘Doorway to Another Dimension’, and I was inspired to create it based off a photograph an old friend took of my cousins and I exploring an abandoned house that sat on a lake in the neighborhood which I grew up.

The Inspiration Factor:

The idea for this piece came to me as I reflected on the memories I made with my cousins through the years. They grew up about 3 1/2 hours away from me so as a result we didn’t see each other a lot as kids but once we became teenagers (and were able to drive) we took one weekend out of the summer each year and visited each other. I got to know my cousins very well during that time (shouldn’t everyone?) they were the closest cousins I had in age (technically they were second cousins but cousins are cousins, right?).

I digress…anyway, I had been looking at photographs and sketching on my favorite drawing app, ‘MyBrushes’ after a particularly rough sophomore semester at college back in 2009. This was a pretty dark time, I sketched a lot to get me though all the statistics, college algebra 1 & 2, and I’m awful at math (in case that wasn’t clear). Originally the sketch was supposed to be in black and white however I decided to add a splash of color to allude to the fact that walking into this house felt like walking into another dimension. In fact, I always had such an odd, forbidding feeling something dark was watching me from one of the windows when I’d sit lakeside to reflect. My cousins coming with me, exploring this rather ominous house is (despite how freaked out we all ended up being) one of my favorite memories.

The colors I used were burgundy which symbolizes trail blazing and unconscious beauty (the house was stunning despite it’s dark, desolate air about it). The blue-black represents a calm (relief that my cousins are with me) sense of mystery which the house gives off.

The texture of the strokes, you may notice, is very dodgy and thick. This alludes to the uncertainty and excitement we felt by being somewhere we weren’t sure we were entirely welcome.

The people in the sketch are obviously, my cousins Kathleen and Shannon and I (the short blonde). It is based off of a photograph I have on a CD somewhere in my chaotic closet.

Overall this piece is one of my favorites to create because it symbolizes family, despite long distances sticking together and a haunted mystery.

It took me about eight whole hours to complete from draft to finished product and I plan on ordering a copy on canvas to hang in my guest room so that my cousins can see it whenever they stay over.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

Confessions of A Disappointed Heart (A Poem)

I wrote this poem on a very overcast, sweltering day in early July of 2010. The feelings of inadequacy coupled with the quiet determination to want what’s best for yourself I think is normal in life. The: “there’s got to be more in store for me out there somewhere.” Is honestly a thought I think everyone has at one point or another. For me, this was one of the first real crossroads of my life (and it wouldn’t be the last). For me, looking back on this poem it’s raw, honest and relatable to any woman who looked herself in the mirror and said “Why me? Why now? What next?”

My favorite line comes at the end when I finally admitted you can’t real fail others, you can only fail yourself.

So without further delay, I give you the second poem of my ‘The Misunderstood’ series ‘Confessions of a Broken Heart’…enjoy!

The Misunderstood…

Confessions of a Broken Heart (7/8/10)

“It’d rather be strong enough to stand on my own two feet,

Then to drown in anything that wishes to hold me down in a sea of masked emotions and unspoken self-defeat.

It is but a woman’s choice to chose between her sweet disposition and self respect from people and things whom do not take her verses which she sings to heart.

Pain is keeping quiet,

Pain is holding back,

Pain is confining and resigning yourself to a place which no longer serves you and allows you to grow.

Misery is holding on to people and things you have no control over,

Misery is keeping ties simply because they’re the only ones you know.

Strength is taking that leap off a plane and in an instant hoping your parachute works,

Strength is taking risks and letting go despite fear of what beyond what’s known lurks.

Faith is believing that failures in situations are only temporary but the success and glory you’ll find from never giving up through adversity will last forever.

Faith is believing what’s meant to be will always be and we’re exactly at this moment where we are supposed to be in the grand scheme of things.

Acceptance is knowing somethings will flee forever never to return and believing it is for the best.

Acceptance is gratitude for the good and the bad life brings.

Acceptance values blessings and lessons can be taken from times of joy and distress.

Disappointment breeds gentle, humble, humility.

Dignity allows restraint from regret.

True heartache can never come from knowing you failed one person,

True heartache comes in knowing you sold yourself short and failed yourself.”

-Brittany Hackett Schmidt

Well, what are your thoughts? Please drop me a line in the comments below and let me know what you think! Have a blessed week ahead!

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

The Samurai Knight

The Story Behind Why I Created It:
I call this piece ‘The Samurai Knight’, and I was inspired to create it for my friends Rob and Alice who wanted something Samurai themed to hang up in their new place.

The Inspiration Factor:
The idea of this piece came to me while I was watching Disney’s ‘Mulan’ and sketching on my favorite drawing app, ‘MyBrushes’. Originally the face of the samurai was very much like Shang Yu ( the villian Hun) however, I decided to make the warrior more mysterious and add more of a shadow to his face but if you look closely at the mouth and mustache you can see elements of Shang in this creation.

The horse was very hard to draw to my own impeccably perfectionist standards. I’m my harshest critic so after redoing the eyes several times I decide to just make them black. It ended up really suiting this piece perfectly.

The color red symbolizes the power and determination of the samurai warrior. The black, particularly around the face and the horse’s eye symbolize the mysteriousness of their identity; whereas the beige background as opposed to classic white is to represent the calm, levelheaded nature of the samurai and his horse during times of strife.

Overall this piece is one of my favorites to create because it symbolizes power and mystery. It took me about six hours to complete from draft to finished product and I plan on ordering a copy on canvas to hang in my living room as well.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

5 Reasons…

Morticia Addams is my spirit animal…

As a self-proclaimed proud geek, there are plenty of characters of the fictional variety I find relatable and downright admirable. Few hold a candle to Morticia Addams from ‘The Addams Family”. She’s sassy, seductive and fierce but mostly it’s her attitude on life that is altogether inspiring. She’s so much more then her gothic/ macabre nature, so without further ado here are 5 reasons why Morticia Addams is my spirit animal:

1. She is the epitome of being completely herself.

Morticia is not afraid to be labeled as odd, in fact she views it as a compliment, one she’s oh so happy to accept. She is far from ordinary, in fact she’s the black sheep of the town in which she lives: ordinary people are often taken aback by her dark but brazen sexuality. She loves things like the occult, sex and death, chaos and ruin. She cuts roses off the stems and discards them, keeping only the stems.
She is unapologetically unusual and contently macabre.

In this way, Morticia is more of a role model to young women then any other fictional female character (although I could make a case for Hermione Granger too) in recent history, especially those who struggle with loving and accepting themselves we can all stand to learn something from Morticia. We’re ALL different but ultimately we need to be shamelessly ourselves instead of what society’s standards expect us to be.

2. She doesn’t give a flying vampire bat what you think.

Morticia is well aware that the people she encounters outside of her home are absolutely nothing like her. She accepts that her neighbors and other mothers at her childrens’ school are nothing like her. Morticia is well aware or at least has a hunch what the boringly ordinary townspeople think of she and her family. Does she feel despair? Does she care?
Nope.

Morticia doesn’t give a flying vampire bat what anyone thinks of her, “what’s normal to the spider, is chaos to the fly” she says which shows that although she probably pities these ordinary women, trapped in their illusion of a perfect life filled with dinner parties, idle and meaningless chit-chat and of course most dreaded of all-pastels, Morticia also accepts everyone is different. Kids could stand to learn a lot from Morticia’s outlook on life, we’re not all cut from the same cloth and that’s totally okay. It’s also totally okay to not give a flying bat if you’re accepted or not. Accept yourself and you’ll attract the right people…which brings me to Number 3!

3. Morticia surrounds herself with people who love and accept her.

Morticia values her family and friends dearly. We’re terribly alike in this respect because we protect our tribe at all costs. She’s loyal, loving and unwavering to those who love, support and stand by her. While she might be a little unusual she’s got a whole click of like-minded people just like her to love and support her for who she is. Those who mind, don’t matter. Those who matter, don’t mind. Morticia lives by this mantra and really shouldn’t we all?

If we surround ourselves with people who love and support us for who we truly are we’ll be less likely to compare ourselves and our successes to others. We’ll be less likely to ostracize and pigeon hole ourselves for toxic people who wouldn’t appreciate our worth anyway.

Morticia would be caught dead in the company of those who cannot see her worth, therefore why should any of us accept such false love and friendships unworthy of us? Which brings us to number 4…

4. Morticia’s marriage is the epitome of ‘relationship goals

When most people think of timeless romances they think: Sonny and Cher, Marilyn Monroe and Joe DiMaggio, Lucy and Desi…all great love stories, with one thing in common: they ended in divorce. When I think timeless love, I think Morticia and Gomez Addams.

Despite being parents to Wednesday and Pugsley Addams, Morticia and Gomez put each other first. They truly are each other’s best friends, not to mention they can’t keep their hands off of one another.

More importantly they never stopped courting each other. They make an honest effort to dress up for one another, even when they’re planning a quiet night at home. They still treat their relationship as though they were on their first date – putting their best face forward for one another and bringing the best out in each other all the while!

Gomez and Morticia, also compliment each other. Gomez attacks everything with zeal and almost childlike wonder while Morticia is very clearly the steadying influence with a calm and collected intelligence that keeps him on track. They have their own interests – Gomez has his cigars, chess and model trains; Morticia has her gardening, music and black magic. When push comes to shove their a united front, equal partners in their relationship; they co-parent and are both very present for each other as well as their children. If that’s not relationship goals, I don’t know what is.

5. In A World Full of Bombshells She’s Her Own Brand Of Sexy.

When I think back to when the original Addams Family television show aired in 1964, it was in the age of Debbie Reynolds, Julie Andrews, Anne Bancroft and Sophia Loren. These women were desired, sought after as beautiful and then there was Morticia (played originally by the lovely Carolyn Jones and later iconically Angelica Houston).

Morticia is always immaculately dressed in her own unique rather dark style, with her long inky hair, illuminatingly pale complexion, blood-red nails and lips to go. She owns it and she rocks it well.

Whether she’s attending a play at her childrens’ school or lounging about her house , Morticia lives her own sense of gothic vampiric style. She’s unapologetic with her own sense of beauty that contrasts much of what was deemed attractive and sexy during that time period.

My childhood love of late night binge watching Nick at Nite, and TVLand where I caught re-runs of nearly every Addams family episode inspired me to first dye my hair black when I was sixteen. Of course it didn’t last and for years I stayed blonde though, conforming to the hair everyone else thought I should have until finally at 26 I took the plunge-I dyed my hair black once more and I haven’t looked back.

Morticia inspired me to unapologetically embrace that raven hair, red lips and a love for the color black in clothing as well (it is quite slimming and flattering too). In the end, I’ve come to the conclusion that in a world full of Marilyn’s, I’d rather embrace my inner Morticia!

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

My First Crush: Thank You.

Do you remember your first crush?

Ah crushes, they're usually called this because it isn't all hearts and flowers it's a crushing introduction into the world of feelings. Crushes usually never even know you have a crush on them. Unless you're me…I was the original awkward girl when it came to crushes.

My first crush and subsequent crushes beyond that first one all had one thing in common: looks. I was attracted to how they looked and what type of personality they had. Not their interests, not who they hung out with but how they looked and how they treated me.

My first crush was a boy that so happened to be in my kindergarten class, his name isn't important but for the sake of this blog let's just call him "slick". I remember the first time I saw "slick", my hands were sweaty, my heart was racing and I swore that in the whole kindergarten there wasn't a cuter kid to be seen. I kept my feelings for "slick" as quiet as a five year old could often by just staring at him during class and recess. Until one day in first grade during art class, he smiled at me. He smiled at me! So naturally at five and half going on six I took that as he liked me too and so I decided to tell him.

I remember pushing in my stool with a sense of purpose, lining up right behind him. My heart was hammering against my Pocahontas t-shirt as I took each step. Planning out in my head what I was going to say. It took several minutes before I was sure we were out of earshot of busybody classmates and tapped him on the shoulder.

"Do you like me?" I asked softly.

"Yeah, you're okay, I guess." "Slick" replied with a weird sort of look.

"Well I like you," I told him matter-of-factly. " I think you're really cute!"

I remember being able to hear a pin drop before several of my classmates laughed at me, except for Jen who ran to my mortified side, but worst of all was the repulsed and horrified look on "Slick's" face which struck me down. He never even said "hello" to me after that day and I got my first taste of rejection on that unusually warm late April day in 1995.

I also learned to keep my mouth shut when it came to telling people you liked them. See prior to rejection and humiliation we're all like little balls of light that think everything will be okay and the world loves us as much of our families. School is where my self-esteem issues were fed and allowed to grow. Whether it be not feeling smart enough to fit in with the geeks to not being athletic enough to fit in with the jocks. It wasn't that I was unpopular but I wasn't the most sought after person to be included. I wasn't bullied but I didn't have droves of people hanging on my every word. I was just there, well-known but either loved or hated, no middle ground. People either thought the world of me or hated my guts. So it went on throughout my entire High School career, if I liked someone I never showed it because of that first experience of utter repulsion stayed with me. I had dates, sure, usually they were with people in the grade above me or from other schools who didn't know me or my social ranking. I also learned not to sell myself short, I may not be society's vision of beautiful but I had a beautiful soul and a big heart with a lot to give. The rest was superficial.

Did "Slick" realize just how mortifying and shaping that experience in rejection had on me? Probably not, we were six years old after all but it's small little moments like this that have shaped me and made me who I am today and I love who I am today.

You see, born out of rejection I learned to set impeccably high standards for a potential future husband to have and when I met my husband Tom he met those expectations effortlessly. I also learned to take risks because the worst thing that can happen is getting a "no" and gaining a lesson from the experience. I'd rather take risks and be rejected, then stay complacent and in that bubble protected from hurt. I wouldn't have met my husband if I was constantly chasing people who didn't see me for the prize I was.

While rejection stung at times it allowed me to grow to the point where I was sought after, in droves by men especially AFTER I left high school and went to college. Even still, I never lowered my standards. Of course, when I began dating my husband my freshman year of college it all came together so naturally that I realized why everything else came apart. Rejection made me appreciate someone who really valued and appreciated me. I realized I was made for this man Tom and that's why nothing else worked because it wasn't meant to. I was meant to be his and his alone.

Exactly four years after I graduated High School, "Slick" contacted me about wanting to hangout and telling me how beautiful I was. I told him I would meet him at his friend's house and never showed up. I had already been dating my husband for nearly two years, I was not interested in throwing away a sure thing to conquest someone who'd rejected me all throughout school. If I wasn't "good enough" for him to chase after then, he wasn't "good enough" to have me now.

Rejection was the root of my self-esteem issues but it was also the root of my self-worth standards. When I held my first-born niece, Elsie, for the first time I had an overwhelming sense of belonging. Here was where I deserved to be, here was where I belonged.

Just last October, I ran into Slick again at a wedding for our mutual friend. We sat at the same table and caught up. I, about being happily married, with a house, a dog and a steady job which I've held for nine years. He, about being single, still living at home, and working but not making enough to buy his own place quite yet. Although he didn't outright say it, I'm sure he envied to an extent how my life turned out. The boy who'd hardly been rejected lacked a relationship with substance in his life but the girl who had experienced rejection achieved what he was still trying to.

In that moment I felt such pride for my experiences because they led me right to where I was supposed be and in the end I'm very blessed.

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo

Quote of The Week

"Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it."-Rumi

If I had a nickel for every time someone single that I know talks about walls, I'd have enough money to fly round trip to Dublin and Athens…first class. Being the married friend is hard sometimes, like being subjected to watching close friends go on dating disaster after dating disaster and hearing them say "there's no decent (guys/girls) left in this world. You're so lucky you have Tom". I try to be positive, my go to line is "there's a butt for every seat. You'll find your person, I promise." That line only goes so far especially when you're married nearly 2 years and in a relationship with the same person for 9 1/2 of those years. Your stature of limitation in being able to "understand where they're coming from" has officially run out. If there's one thing I've always been good at, it's people watching. I watch people with my husband ALL the time, body language, tone and nervous ticks. It's amusing but it also offers me exclusive insight to how people tick without being emotionally invested.

Everybody talks about walls, 'well nobody will hurt me if my walls are up'. These are usually the same people who secretly crave for someone to knock them down and prove that they're different, this also brings me to my quote of the day: "Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it." It's so deep yet so simple. Rumi's quote applies to today in the simple essence that everyone's looking for love but nobody wants to really let their guard down. If we seek someone who will love and cherish us that best way to do that is to love ourselves enough to show people what's on the other side of our Berlin Wall we call our real/vulnerable side. We become so preoccupied with the notion that our vulnerability will make us be seen as weak and give others the opportunity to hurt us emotionally that ultimately we BUILD barriers AGAINST love. Wanting and seeking love is human nature to say "I don't need anyone" is to deny the very biological need in everyone. To love and be loved.

Today, with technology and online dating being the main source of "getting out there and meeting someone" the options which are presented to all of us are overwhelming. We've lost the ability to connect or be vulnerable because we're onto the next option so quickly before anyone gets a chance to know "the real us". If someone's body type or even eye color is unattractive to us we can choose to swipe left instead of right and be onto the next. Relationships are based solely off attraction and not enough on compatibility. That's not to say you shouldn't be attracted to your partner BUT the element of choice makes it hard to focus on getting to know ONE person. They'll always be someone better looking than the person you're dating, just like they'll always be people better looking than you. Regardless we all end up growing old and looks can and will fade (no matter how much plastic surgery the Kardashians invest in) nobody is immune. People tell Tom and I they want what we have, they crave to know our secret for nearly ten years together in a society based off speed dating and instant gratification.

Want to know our secret? Love someone MORE for who they are on the inside then how they look and STOP looking to others outside of your relationship to validate your self worth. Love someone even when you struggle to LIKE them on some days and above all never give up. Fix what's broken, don't simply pull out your phone and look for the next potential mate. We're ALL unattractive and unlovable at times but real love is loving someone and choosing to stand beside them each day despite that. Relationships we see in movies of 24-7 sunshine and smooth sailing aren't realistic. Want to know what it's like to be married? Here's a poem by Steve and Jenna that's been floating around the internet for quite sometime and I'd like to share it with you:

“Marriage is ugly, I’m sure those who are married here will agree.

You see the absolute worst in someone.

You see them when they’re mad, sad, being stubborn and when they are so unlovable they make you scream.

But that is all so worth it.

Because you also get to see them when they are laughing so hard that tears run down their face, when they can’t help but make those weird snorting noises they make only in front of you.

It’s also the getting stressed out about silly little things that are not important. Or eating the culinary delights they cook every evening for your tea.

You get to see the side of them that no one else does, and it’s not always pretty.

It’s the strange faces they pull only at you, it’s the tears when it feels like it’s all crashing down.

It’s the bad breath and the farting.

It’s the sniffing of the top lip, the silly walks and the random dances.

It’s the anger that’s not directed at you, but feels SO like it is.

It’s the joy in the happy memory making.

Marriage isn’t a beautiful thing, but it is amazing.

It’s knowing that someone loves you so much, and won’t leave you no matter how nasty you are to them.

It’s having someone have your back, no matter what.

It’s fights over stupid things, like almost everything!!!

But it’s also those nights when you fall asleep in each other’s arms, feeling like you’d never want to be anywhere else.

It’s the dirtiest, hardest, most rewarding job there is.

Because at the end of the day, you get to climb into bed, not only with your best friend, but with the weirdest, most annoying, loyal, moodiest, loving, silliest but perfect person you know.

Marriage is not beautiful, but it’s one mad and exciting rollercoaster of a ride, that we want to stay on forever.”

source: http://www.engagedandready.com/marriage-is-ugly/

If we build walls within ourselves, we'll never have authentic love. Authentic relationships are hard to come by because everyone's too busy being the best version of our Tinder/Facebook/Instagram accounts. Authentic relationships don't get to develop when we're constantly looking for the next opportunity or option to meet someone 'better'. That's NOT love.

Rumi was ahead of his time with this quote speaking directly to this confused and disillusioned generation when he encourages people to look within themselves and in the words of President Regan, "tear down that wall!". I implore you to be vulnerable. YES you might get hurt, you might cry or feel broken but you also learn. You'll learn what you like and dislike, what you can look past or view as a deal-breaker. You'll never learn these things or know these things if you don't approach each person you meet with an open mind and open heart. If you look at each person sitting across from you as "too much this" and "not enough that" you might be missing out on someone special.

If two people can open their hearts and minds to commit to one another for better or worse love can come because their all no internal barriers against it.

In conclusion, I leave you with this food for thought, Are you seeking love, without finding (and destroying) all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.?

Love you. Mean it.

Brittany

Xoxo