I was thinking about softness, and how it changes
your vibe. We''''re all very smart, very clever, very defended. We don''''t
want anyone to see how films about animals make us cry, or our scrap
booking, or all the mistakes we made and continue to make around
everything in life. We don''''t want anyone to see that we''''re lonely, or
frightened, or exuberant about the simplest things. We don''''t want
anyone to see us being childlike and hopeful. So we cultivate our
intellect, our opinions, our thoughts on where we''''ve been and where
we''''re going.Today I was in the
kitchen eating what I''''d cooked,
when my husband walked in. I have a horrible history of burning food.
There was the time several months ago when I retreated to the
microwave, defeated, afraid my absent-mindedness would burn the house
down (talk about repressed rage). In the last few weeks I''''ve been
trying the stove again – scheduling cooking time, staying put in the
kitchen, turning on the timer, sharpening my attention, and not burning
anything! I''''m cured! I''''m a cook! I''''m not a menace, I can do this! And
the ground turkey I cooked in the
pan smelled very nice on my plate.
And he says, alarm and accusation in his voice, "Did you burn
something?""No!" I look up at him in shock."It smells like you
burned something. Something''''s burned." and he walks into the kitchen."No,
no!" I defend, going for the pan, picking it up to show him, feeling
five years old and incompetent. "It''''s just nicely brown, see?" I say
forcefully, totally righteously. It''''s his nose that''''s wrong."Well, it smells like something''''s burned."All
of a sudden I get what I really feel. Yes, I''''m five. I screw up my face
and do big time mock crying and whining. "But I
didn''''t burn it!" I
wail. "I didn''''t...." and I go all gooey, pan in my hand, miserable. And
in that second, my husband does a 180. His eyes go deep and very
blue-green, he smiles so fast I''''m taken aback, and he comes towards me,
arms around me, "Ohhhhhhh," he says. And that''''s the end of it."So,
how''''s your day?" he skips right to his next
thought, and he''''s standing
right up against me, and we''''re connected, and I leap from five-year-old
to grownup, from lump to goddess. Long ago, whenever this happened, I
used to think it was because he was competitive and didn''''t want me to
be big. I thought he liked me girly and the loser at chess and gin
rummy. I thought he was scared of my fortitude. Now I know that''''s not
it at all.He just
likes me better soft. He likes me better where
I am than where I wish I was. He likes me better human than
mistake-proof. And by liking me better this way, he encourages me to
rise to the ultimate test of any relationship: He inspires me to say
that I like myself best when I''''m with him.In
her Have The Relationship You Want eBook, Rori Raye teaches any woman
the secret of how to quickly stop the pain and frustration in her
love life and get exactly the romance, affection, attention and love she
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instead of accidentally pushing him away, no matter how uncertain
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