Margo's got Moxie ! : the diary of miss red high heels

What is it about just one more? One more chance. One more try. One more hit. One more game. One more push-up, sit-up, pull-up, curl, set. One more day. One more drink. One more minute, hour, second. One more kiss. One more touch. One more time. One more gift. One more movie. One more book. One more test. One more answer. One more phone call. One more text. One more donuts, chips, french fries, etc. One more prayer. One more discussion. One more fight. One more hope. One more moment.  One more time.We crave it, we want it, we need it. We think we need it and we think we want it. I don't have to ask have you asked for that, because most of you probably have. Sitting down and wondering about one more, is all it takes. We dabble in what if's and absolutes sometimes when wishes and promises aren't reality, and you only wish they could see what you see. Like someone waiting for retirement or for an answer, or even a glance, we wait in this life for just about everything. We wai...

A little late to cross examine, but the underlying fear some have, including me (I know and am working on) is of abandonment. I see it in friendships, relationships, in life basically at least in the past and so far. An argument of fighting arises to deflect a larger issue, which is really the fear of being alone. Kind of embarrassing to admit actually because we crave connection or some of us do, and sometimes it's quick and put together rapidly, or it's slow, gradual, or resisting at a pace we can't seem to work with. The emotional capacity at which we allow ourselves to love within, directly affects those with which we bind ourselves to.  How drastically we can misunderstand something that was so simple, yet becomes dressed up as a disappointment if communicated incorrectly or on the web. Our pride can foster worry because we want to be accepted er at least well I do. People shut you out as soon as you say you have this going on, or you are like a certain w...

5:30 and 6am are early. I mean they are early. In a time change, the world is dark out, and truly cold. I try to keep my hands in my jacket pocket as I walk Mia around the complex. It's tough to be up and about and ready to go to get to work at the time I choose to be there. It is truly daunting after a night of less sleep, but last night I slept well. Good morning beautiful is quite possibly the best thing someone can say to me in the morning. One I don't feel it, two I am jittery so I cause others to grumble and groan. I see that in a text, a message online, or a voicemail on my phone and it's as if the whole day turns around. I am suddenly able to get up and get rollin. This morning with a bit of a struggle, and I am sure it is for some too, I said it to myself. No one can validate that but me. Although it is nice to hear it, especially when it comes from someone you like, it was my turn to own it. They tell you to snap out of it, to buck up, and quit being so stupid...