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what happened to the simplicity of romance?...
I can count on one hand how many people know that I was a dancer. It’s not something that I ever was proud of but my biggest reason for never revealing this particular endeavor was because of the events that parlayed through my experience....
When you work in public accounting, you start to build a rapport with your clients. I work with seventy business owners and enjoy my working relationship with them all. With certain clients, you tend to be closer than others....
When it comes to relationships, what makes it work?

With the millions of people on this planet, is it possible to find your match? Being human, we all have some desire for love and emotional attachment....
Is it really possible to have it all? It’s said that when you focus on something you’ll sacrifice something else. You can set all the goals that you want but in the route of achieving them you’ll lose concentration in one area to focus on another....
I don’t drink at all anymore. It’s probably a good thing because growing up with an alcoholic father probably would’ve made me prone to following in his footsteps. When I was younger my father would always let me have the last sip of his beer....
When I think back to some of my most embarrassing moments, quite a few come to mind. Majority of these memories I can laugh at now but back then I just wanted to curl up and die....
Some how I was living even though it was no longer a part of me, the most vital part of life yet I could exist without it. I expected to wither or just simply...
Sometimes I may feel like a sapling—weak, young, and unformed; other times I may feel like old wood—tired, achy, and finished with my growth....
My brother Bobby had a hamster that he adored. When I was young I never understood why he liked his hamster so. Hamsters don’t really do much....
Unfortunately our family was small. I was an only child but had two wonderful neighborhood boys that were like brothers to me. One in particular that I was able to bond with and stayed a part of my life after I lost my parents....
When I was growing up I was a tomboy. I still played with my dolls and my Barbie’s but since I didn’t have any sisters and the boys next door were my playmates, may have been why I was a little rough around the edges....
At one point we had loved each other. We had even thought about a possible future together. How is it that the passion that we shared could dissolve to bitterness over time?...
I could smell it. I hated that smell. I was drenched in it. You could no longer distinguish the color of my outfit because it stained every fiber. Who would’ve of thought that so much blood could come from such a small vein....
Leaving certain things in the past can make moving on hard to do...
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