Madalaine Marie
Sunday, November 22, 2015
Check out Super Dave!
Air show Summer 2015 was spectacular as always! Here is a video of a performer who goes by the name, Super Dave, and has been flying since the age of 15! Video is less than 5 minutes, check it out! He's awesome!
Madalaine Marie
Madalaine Marie
Mashup of Me: CLEARLY I DANCE TO ANYTHING :D
Checking out my new Microsoft movie maker! #MashupOfMe goofing around #WetShirtDontCare
Have a great day!
Madalaine Marie aka Lady M (new YouTube)
KRISTA'S ADVICE
A while back, a subscriber to my blog asked me for advice dealing with their breakup after I broke up with my boyfriend of almost four years — I answered it, mostly by transcribing a letter from my friend Krista.
After I posted my answer on my YouTube account, I got a surprisingly significant amount of comments/emails about this letter and its supreme wisdom. Many suggested I share this wisdom with the world.
So here we are, with this email that Krista wrote me during my Summer of Extreme Discontent which I still keep around because she was right and it was good. I broke up with the man that I spent four years with.
This is part of her letter to me:
"Even though sometimes the world seems about six sizes too small for our pain, the amazing shit is that no matter how deep purple the bruise is, no matter how dark and overwhelming and miserable and worthless it all seems the world will get a fraction of an inch bigger every day.
Really, every single day.
And you won’t notice it for a long time until suddenly, one day, it’s only five times too small for your pain and then four and then the world will just keep getting larger and larger in comparison to your shattered heart and eventually it will be able to hold it and then it will outgrow it.
And your pain will be just a speck in your world.
It is supposed to feel like the end of the world right now. That, my beautiful dearest Maddie, is how you know that it was worth it. That is why it was one of the relationships that shook your core and after which you will never be the same. That is how you know that you are growing up and learning and growing rather than living safely in risk-free choices….
The world is supposed to feel as though it is ending and you are supposed to know only in the most dormant recesses of the backmost corner of your soul that it will not be like this forever.
You are supposed to feel acutely and lucidly that everything is over that your purpose for life is almost as though worthless, so empty and mislead.... and that not even cheesy pasta and Molly Ringwald movies are going to make you smile, and you are supposed to know opaquely and elusively and abstractly that everything is not over and that your purpose in life is so much huger than you can ever imagine and is still saturated with value and that you will eat pesto and read Stephen Dunn and live in Manhattan and have stacks of waffles at corner diners with girlfriends and spend inordinate amounts of money on bath products and sunbathe on the roof reading trashy novels and you will will will will will will will love again.
I did not think that I was going to be able to ever breathe without shaking again after J broke up with me... but you do.
That is what you are supposed to think.
I cried hysterically for months.
I wept so much that I had stewardesses on planes ask me if I needed oxygen, I had waitresses refuse to serve me, I had strangers approach me with offers of help.
Then I stopped.
Then I started again and stopped again and started again and then stopped for good…
… I promise you will survive, and with more grace than you can now imagine and that you will have more grit and vision because of it.
Moral: Sometimes someone can crack open something that feels very safe and make you unreasonably vulnerable: you will live to tell the story of this shock."
That was nearly four years ago that Krista wrote this to me. Beautiful advice!!!
PEACE & LOVE,
Madalaine Marie
After I posted my answer on my YouTube account, I got a surprisingly significant amount of comments/emails about this letter and its supreme wisdom. Many suggested I share this wisdom with the world.
So here we are, with this email that Krista wrote me during my Summer of Extreme Discontent which I still keep around because she was right and it was good. I broke up with the man that I spent four years with.
This is part of her letter to me:
"Even though sometimes the world seems about six sizes too small for our pain, the amazing shit is that no matter how deep purple the bruise is, no matter how dark and overwhelming and miserable and worthless it all seems the world will get a fraction of an inch bigger every day.
Really, every single day.
And you won’t notice it for a long time until suddenly, one day, it’s only five times too small for your pain and then four and then the world will just keep getting larger and larger in comparison to your shattered heart and eventually it will be able to hold it and then it will outgrow it.
And your pain will be just a speck in your world.
It is supposed to feel like the end of the world right now. That, my beautiful dearest Maddie, is how you know that it was worth it. That is why it was one of the relationships that shook your core and after which you will never be the same. That is how you know that you are growing up and learning and growing rather than living safely in risk-free choices….
The world is supposed to feel as though it is ending and you are supposed to know only in the most dormant recesses of the backmost corner of your soul that it will not be like this forever.
You are supposed to feel acutely and lucidly that everything is over that your purpose for life is almost as though worthless, so empty and mislead.... and that not even cheesy pasta and Molly Ringwald movies are going to make you smile, and you are supposed to know opaquely and elusively and abstractly that everything is not over and that your purpose in life is so much huger than you can ever imagine and is still saturated with value and that you will eat pesto and read Stephen Dunn and live in Manhattan and have stacks of waffles at corner diners with girlfriends and spend inordinate amounts of money on bath products and sunbathe on the roof reading trashy novels and you will will will will will will will love again.
I did not think that I was going to be able to ever breathe without shaking again after J broke up with me... but you do.
That is what you are supposed to think.
I cried hysterically for months.
I wept so much that I had stewardesses on planes ask me if I needed oxygen, I had waitresses refuse to serve me, I had strangers approach me with offers of help.
Then I stopped.
Then I started again and stopped again and started again and then stopped for good…
… I promise you will survive, and with more grace than you can now imagine and that you will have more grit and vision because of it.
Moral: Sometimes someone can crack open something that feels very safe and make you unreasonably vulnerable: you will live to tell the story of this shock."
That was nearly four years ago that Krista wrote this to me. Beautiful advice!!!
PEACE & LOVE,
Madalaine Marie
Here, Again!
Hi everyone! I'm baaaaack! =D
It's funny, I have received a few e-mails asking why I haven't posted anything for a long time and others were just sweet, sweet compliments and comments that made my day! Thank you SOO very much and bless you all!
Here's to a great day!
**Stay posted, I will be updating regularily.
Madalaine Marie
( pronounced: Mada-Lynn Mar-ree ) ;)
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