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“Life is short.”
“Rest in peace.”

We hear these sentiments often when someone dies.

We remind ourselves that in fact life IS short, and to savor every delicious moment that we experience, to love with passion and purpose, and to be present to experience our experiences…

BEFORE WE DIE.

And then when one passes we say, “Rest in Peace (R.I.P.)

I often wonder when I observe so much hate and dissension between others, or one who has experienced trauma who turns on themselves, taking on blame that is NOT theirs to carry who lives a life of toxicity and unhealthy mindset and behaviors, “how can we recapture PEACE, and how I could support others who have lost their peace, and their wellness, to learn to “Live in Peace.” (L.I.P.)

Because Life IS short, and death comes soon enough where we will have eternity to rest.

I suggest that we sign a “Peace Treaty” with the ones we are at odds with for a compromise that we can all be excited about. “Respectful resolution.”

Speak your truth…with kindness.

I suggest that if we are living with the past tormenting our present moments that we ask for support as we unpack the trauma, embrace it, understand it, and make PEACE with it in a reframe that allows us to use it to build our resilience and self compassion that we so well deserve.

Who knows when we will be “called” to rest.

LIVE YOUR LIFE. EXPERIENCE YOUR EXPERIENCES. TAKE BABY STEPS IN HEALING YOUR TRAUMA. REACH OUT TO SOMEONE YOU LOVE IF YOU FEEL THERE IS AN OPPORTUNITY FOR A “PEACE TREATY.” If not, find a re-frame for that relationship, and allow yourself to “Live in Peace,” and Wellness.

LIFE IS SHORT.

Thinking of Lisa Marie Presley. Was she able to “Live in Peace” with all that she had endured in her life?

Rest in Peace Lisa Marie 1968-2023

“You are such a beautiful soul inside and out! Why are you single?” I was again recently asked.

After learning that my last relationship was a complete tale of falsehood and deceit, and that I was lied to/ghosted for years, I choose to be on my own,” I responded. I had been duped and bought it all at face value. Love was most certainly blind at that time.

Further, I explained that I always know what to expect from myself, I trust myself implicitly, and have unfortunately, thus far, find it very difficult to trust another man still five years later.

I now have a clean slate for my life, and if and when God sends me my spiritual soulmate, I will know.

Love,

Wendy

I have heard it said that money cannot buy you happiness.

I beg to differ.

Having the ability to buy food, to pay for shelter, medical expenses, are all necessities, and definitely creates happiness when one is able to provide for oneself. And, having the ability to go out for some joy time is also a necessity in balancing ones mental health.

Losing the ability to pay for things, which in my opinion is the purpose of living…work, pay the bills, and back to work again, strips one of any happy moments. We get caught up in the moment to moment worry of living paycheck to paycheck.

Money does buy happiness and good mental health.

I observe my circle of friends enjoying their “happiness” in the form of new homes, vacations, and fancy dinners and entertainment on the weekends. And yet, so many in today’s world cannot afford to even take a sick day when they are sick because losing a day’s pay that they depend upon in order to pay those bills to experience that “happiness” is denied them.

Happiness does have a price tag.

Look around you in your community. I thought that going out into mine and offering an inspirational talk would be uplifting for many who are experiencing financial deficits. Then when I experienced this same situation, I realized that my whole life and mental health are dependent on figuring out a real solution as opposed to someone else’s rock bottom to success story whose circumstances and resources are completely different from mine. And please, don’t tell a person struggling with financial deficits and their mental health due to these financial struggles that “God has a plan.”

I am not interested in other’s “rose from the ashes” stories while I am despondent in my financial status.

I am only interested in finding happiness. That is a job that can pay my bills and maybe give me a little extra to buy Christmas gifts for my loved ones, and maybe enjoy a night out for dinner.

Keeping this very real…

as always.

Do you have a story to share? Email me at wendyblanchard044@gmail.com

Love,

Wendy

My strength is weakened by my lack of faith after a culmination of unsettling circumstances permeated my foundation. I feel wounded. I feel scared. I crash like the unsupported Jenga blocks that were stacked diligently on my table.

I detach from hope.

He is tapping me on the shoulder to let me know that all I need to do is to be still, and to listen. He reassures me that He is making a way even though I cannot see the unfolding miracle. He reminds me to “Look up, Child” as I write about in Chapter 1 of my book Write Pray Recover.

I remind myself of His faithfulness. I remind myself that He pulled me from the grave 10 years ago, and suddenly, I rise up. I shake it off. I remember that He has always pulled me through with hundreds of tiny miracles along the way.

I grab onto His promises that He has a plan, and that I am always loved in the heart of God. I am always protected by the hand of God.

I begin to rebuild the fallen blocks, one at a time, and with each purposeful placement of another, I begin to see the whole picture.

I am safe.

I hear Him say, “Look Up Child.”

Love, Wendy

In my opinion, once we have experienced a deep spiritual love with another, it can never be replicated a second time.

We live with gratitude for the experience, and hold the memories close to our heart, and deep within our soul.

Love,

Wendy

Even those of us who love deeply grow tired.

Love, Wendy