Love is Everywhere in 2015.

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I have been single going on two years, and it wasn’t until recently that I tuned into just how much most of my coupled friends enjoy my single life.

You’d think it’d be the other way around, but as it turns out I have heard, “You’re lucky to be single” a lot more than I’ve ever imagine I would, and it’s far more than I had ever hoped to be reminded of so it’s made me feel less lucky to have such a reality constantly celebrated by others.

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I for one disliked the thought of being single. I do, and it’s puzzling because I am one of the few who enjoys being in a relationship; now, I’m well aware that of all the relationships I have ever walked into all have been out of fear of not finding someone forever. However, it wasn’t until my last relationship that I later accepted the thought of an always rather than a forever, the two are in fact extremely different, and waiting for the right person to come for an always rather than forcing, and trying to make something work out of old bad forever habits (not just mind, but also theirs) was a great lesson to learn.

Moreover, here’s what I’ve accepted about myself while patiently recovering…

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Just because I like the idea of a relationship, doesn’t necessarily mean I am built for one. I have to remind myself of this when the cute talkers come around. That was a lesson learn that the hard way, and it wasn’t until I was with some guy who kept reminding me that, “You have to be patient. I was in love with the idea of you, Wajima…” more times that I would have ever hoped for, in order to accept that it was his reality, that after the dust settled was able to clarify mine, and that the IDEA of a relationship is what I love most, but the reality is that I’m not built for the common relationship, and that’s what I was hung up on.

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I need something more.
I need someone honest.
I need someone adorable.
I need someone with ambition, dreams, values and beliefs.

I am not missing love, its everywhere I turn, it’s in me, I see it; therefore, I’m surrounded by it and I am never without.

I am one of the few who loves her space. I love to be able to do what I want with no interference in my quality time, and I also love sleeping alone. I love my down-time, and I love taking long showers and not sharing my towels with anyone, and I also love pampering myself without thinking of someone else’s needs.

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Therefore, if I open my world to you it’s only because I believe you’re worth sharing my air with, how you handle breathing is something I can’t control.  I can’t stop you from walking away, and I’ll never beg you to stay, the only thing that I can control is love; I love to love, and I have learned to love in space and time. You don’t have to be with someone in order to love. All you need to do is love yourself, keep it moving and eventually the right person will always love the way you love and move.

Happy Valentine’s Day from my heart to yours.

P.S make sure to check out Drake’s new album: If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late on iTunes today.

Let Us Peacock!

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They say that after every heartbreak we peacock. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing you’ve heard besides “I love you too”? That after the showers of pain, you become even more beautiful than you were before…

Most of you already know by now that Hello Giggles has been blogging lately about what one should do after a breakup in order to prepare for their next relationship. And since I’m me, I have to disagree with some of them.

A topic that’s right up my alley however, is dating oneself, because I’m BIG on dating myself.

Before we begin, allow me to express that after jumping out of a relationship we mustn’t jump right into another one. We all know that NEVER works out. Rule #1: stay as far away as humanly possible from rebounds of any kind (which is why I never repeat an outfit or an ex lover for that matter), carry on.

No one likes to be a rebound, and after a while even the one who jumps in tends to get worn-out it just causes too much confusion, and before you know it, you’re allowing “Hey you busy? Call me” messages from your ex at 1AM. Therefore, take your time.

Now, this last relationship, although VERY short (and my feelings had completely out-weighed the length of the relationship itself in which normally should’ve taken about 3 weeks to get over), I shortly after made a list of things I needed to do in order to make the process of being “Cute and adorable Wajima again” easy as masturbating.

I’m also happy to report that what took place kicked the little pants off of my tiny list, and everything that happened not only was unexpected, but absolutely worth it. Lets go back a bit…

After my break up (lol) I went back into the box, and began de-cluttering all the junk I had collected while emotionally, physically and mentally involved with it, and as I tossed all the reasons that were trying to keep me from being adorable and lovable even… like, the sweaters and the crap I should have NEVER accepted…

Rule #2: don’t accept anything from anyone if there is any signs of red flags from the very start. Nonetheless, what I found with every swing of the arm -was that I couldn’t wait to be my old self once more, hmmm, but this time…better than EVER.

I had to dig hard and deep (just how I like it) and as I retraced my steps to the beginning of it all….where I landed was just in the right spot; I went back to the basics; I began to date myself all over again, and now for the moment you have not been waiting for, if you would please allow me this kindness to share with you all the things I did to make sure, I’d never repeat the same mistakes again, lets take a look at a year worth of emancipation.

 

How to Date Yourself Before Dating Anyone else by Wajima.

I saw John Mayer in concert

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Started dreaming again

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I bought a telescope

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I went back to school

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I went back to the theater

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I accepted a great job

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I made new friends

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I moved

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I inspired a painting

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I changed my furniture

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I reupholstered my chairs

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I inspired an album

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I visited Naples

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I saw the Red Moon

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I celebrated 36

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I was the PR/Model behind a community project

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I went back to sketching

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These became my favorite cookies again

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I was part of my first Corporate Run

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I went kayaking for the first time

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I saw the sunset

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I celebrated my childrens accomplishments <3

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I went to New York more than once.

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I started painting again

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I went to Brooklyn with this beauty

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I took a nice picture from the hood of a taxi cab in the middle of Time Square

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I went on my first  date in forever

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I took a yoga class under the first Super Moon of the summer

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I was able to catch lighting on my phone

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I was a foot model for my sons’ Sleeping Beauty sketch

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I inspired a poem, and I fell in love with life all over again

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Fall in love and if it doesn’t work out fall in love again after that, and if that doesnt workout try it…one…more…time, but don’t forget to fall in love with you first.  I want to thank everyone who has been a part of this transition, you kept me sane, you kept me grounded and most importantly you kept reminding me of how fucking amazing I am. I love you so much.

Saying Goodbye to How I Met Your Mother.

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I am not ready to part with How I Met Your Mother just yet, nor am I emotionally prepared for all the feelings the last episode will bring. We all love a great love story, and we love a great dad, so what’s left to say about a show that has captured our hearts about a man who reminisces with his children about that time when he fell in love with their mom. It started with an ankle, and from that little sight of her skin, he knew she was the one.

We spend energy on looking for the one, and we spend hours telling people about it all while searching for that one great show, and when you combined them all, well you end up with a conversational piece worth sharing. I want to thank the producers, writer, actors, and everyone who worked on, and behind the scene in making this one of my all-time favorite family shows. It became our show; I have spent countless hours on the sofa with the kids enjoying this creative work. I also spent my healing process next to Barney, Marshall, Robin, Lily and Ted, and I couldn’t have asked for better company.

Saying good bye to something you enjoy is hard, I’ve recently had to say good bye to many things. The house where I enjoyed so many beautiful moments in, some of the things that brought tons of joy into our lives, and because life has a funny sense of humor, I’ve also had to say good bye to some people in my life. However, this show helped me cope, and I’m just not ready to say good bye to it, just yet.

Dreaming With Numbers.

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Welcome to Miami, where the rich act poor and the poor act rich. Where some men drop you lower than their bank accounts, yet buy the latest gadgets on bad credit.  Where some women pay full price for a boob jobs, but pull extensions on their light bills. Where men drive German cars, yet can’t afford to fix them, and some women are out shopping with money they can’t spend while looking for their next victim.

They say,  “You can tell a lot about a person by the company they keep.” Lets talk about this.

On my way to class yesterday, a song came on. I have heard this song many times, yet whenever I listen to it, I always ask, “How do I stop myself from being just a number… in a city so full of shit.” Yesterday, I was finally able to answer that question.

Depending on the company you keep, determines what place you hold. And suddenly everything started to make sense. I’m the kind of woman people call to for advice, I’m the kind of person people look for to enjoy their moments with. I’m that girl, who when one of my female friends or even male friends go out, they text me with a picture of what they are wearing, to get an opinion before heading out. I’m someone who picks up the phone at 3 am, when my people are in need, and I’m also that kind of friend who inspires others to be better.  However, sometimes as fulfilling as all that sounds, I also need some inspiration.

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About a month ago, my friend gave me a Field Notes book. It sat on my nightstand for a while before I dotted on its invisible lines. My first entry was a synopses of my trip to New York. Followed by a moment back in time, and then my third entry was a drawing of my persistence of memory. Everything around us is based on space and time, everything we do is conducted by numbers, from the moment we wake up, to the minute we fall asleep, we breath with time.

I am the kind of person who thinks too much, every second of every hour, of every day, my mind is consumed with something. I overanalyze, and that’s one of my biggest problems, not taking a moment to give reason to time. Everything I want, everything I need, along with everything I touch is caused by a number. All, because I just want to be inspired.

While some spend most of their time, surrounding themselves with people who are trying to make it. I just have to look and see that I am surrounded by people who already have. In my circle friends, I have a therapist, whose job is to make sure your child can overcome barriers that will enable them to be a part of society.  I also have a teacher, whose has taken his love for literature,  music and art, and has applied it to his curriculum for the year, bringing creative writing back into a time where people have lost the ability to express without JPEGS, lyrics, or calling themselves some wanna be title to something not so great. I have a doctor, whose life consists of saving lives. I have a musician who is so-bad-ass for his own good, and most of you are fan’s of his work.  And my best-friend is a top dog at a well known company, making boss like moves in your everyday life, and you don’t even know it. Those people I just mentioned; if ever there were a moment where I would pick up my phone and say, “I need you” they would be here in a heartbeat because through the years, they have shown me just that.  Why? Because I’m a good number in their lives, and they are a great number of people in mine. These people are the ones who make a difference in my world.

During class, the professor asked a question, but before we get to it, he had this to say.

You will come across a vast amount of people who are looking to you for answers.  Who have a billion and one problems, yet with those problems, there will be one question they are going to want to ask, but won’t. Perhaps because its too soon, or perhaps they will never ask, it will be your job to bring it out of them. Now, before you do, you’re going to have to ask yourself this question first, but during this time, use caution, for without its reason it will be hard  to venture off trying to help someone who is looking for your guidance. (hmmm, food for thought)

“How would you like to be remembered?”

Once you have formed this outlook about yourself, only then, will you fully understand those you encounter in your life.

Which brings me back to the beginning of this post, if you surround yourself with empty people, chances are that’s what you will get, zero.  So I would like to thank those who have surrounded themselves with me, because we are constantly building in each others lives, they give, I give.  We care enough about who we are as a person, that we attract great people in our lives, sometimes you will come across those who have less to offer, but its only because we didn’t apply caution to the wind. And that my friend is the key to a stable life, knowing what kind of number you are, separating yourself from the rest, allowing someone to feed you their gift, while receiving yours at the same time, without expectations.  I’m glad I was able to find these people at an early stage  in my life because BUILDING is who I am, and every day I dream with numbers.

Miami Spice Vs Restaurant Week NY!

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South Florida has Miami Spice, but that’s not as important as Restaurant Week in New York City!

The Big Apple kicked off Restaurant Week on July 22, and it will go all the way through August 16th just in time for a swift randevu.  Oooh, to be a stomach in the city right now is heaven, nearly 300 restaurants are serving up three-course prix-fixe lunches ($25) and dinners ($38).   I sure hope my ladies are building up an appetite because I don’t think they are ready for this mouth.


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Miami Spice
Gourmet Prix-Fixe Menus
August 1 – September 30, 2013
$19 or $23 Lunches
$33 or $39 Dinners

Enjoy special three-course, prix-fixe meals at participating restaurants.