In the battle of shidduchim, I am a warrior. Every day is a fight for sanity, for clarity, and peace of mind. This is an uncensored account of my shidduch trials and tribulations –– the often emotional, sometimes poetic, confessions of a shidduch dater –– my colorful musings and reflections from behind the lines.
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Monday, February 6, 2017
A Tall Euphoria To Go Repost
If only we could bottle happiness. It'd be quiet the commodity. Wouldn't it be great if we could get one tall euphoria to go? How transient our feelings, how ephemeral satisfaction and pleasure. It works both ways though. We're built to be resilient. We forget joy; we forget pain. I'd love to just hold onto the chilled feeling of an awesome relaxing vacation even after returning to normal life. Making it last I guess is about living in the moment, making memories, taking lots of pictures, and enjoying every second. I pay attention to what's important now and deal with the stresses of real life when they come up later... When it gets too difficult though, I'd love to be to have that to go cup filled with piping hot pick me up.
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