A New Story
Defining Emotional Intelligence: A Journey through two Hearts
Mrs. Leandri’s School of Music
I was nervous. Two failed piano teachers down, and I was just about to enter my first lesson with Mrs. Leandri. After painstaking sessions practicing to a metronome at a music school and sitting on a needlepoint embroidered bench that stunk of age at piano teacher #2’s house, I was prepared to give one last go at the instrument I loved.
Here’s Your Sign Not to Ghost Them
Let’s set the scene: you meet someone while you’re out. You two really hit it off, you’re dancing together, the chemistry is there, and you might have even just experienced a flutter of butterflies. You’re so caught up in the music and each other’s company that you don’t realize the night is closing out. As you two linger and the music volume continues to dim, you figure why not and exit together, hand in hand. You have what you think is the perfect night, just the right ratio of talking and not talking. You walk out the next morning, fitted up in a mix-match of your jeans from the night before and a new oversized hoodie. As you mobile order your Starbucks and hurry home to debrief with your roommate, you can’t help but hope the night before was the start of something special.
My Small Rebellion
So, I’m weird. I’m imperfect. I am honest. I contradict myself a bit. I am wrong. I try. That’s all I could ask for. I’m here. This is my act of revolution. And, I’m proud of it.
I Am Standing Again
This post is a segment of Not My Love Stories that powerfully displays that the loves that don’t work out also do work out, because they prove to us that we will remember how to stand on our own two feet again. And, if we can’t remember, we will teach ourselves how to walk again. Because, that is just what we do.
Written in The Sand
I realized that there are kinds of love that have the capacity to move oceans, and there are others that can move sand. There are loves that build lives together; there are loves that build houses out of sand together.
“My mom always warned me about people in glass houses, but no one ever told me not to live in a castle made of sand.”