Sunday, July 29, 2012

DATING/ LOVE: THE DIVINE IN ME GREETS THAT WHICH IS OF THE DIVINE IN YOU

Throughout our lifetimes, we have certainly come upon an individual to whom we’re inclined.  Suddenly, you feel this sense of “knowing” – though you’ve never met that person before.  And, it is in that “chance meeting” that we discover how much alike we are. The “chance meeting,” however, is no accident; a matter of fact, it is not by chance at all.  There are no “accidents” in life.  Remember, every encounter and every facet of our lives is laid out for us to explore that which is of the Divine in me greets that which is of the Divine in you.

Remember that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry says that only 5 percent of the population is date-able? Elaine asks, "Then how are the other 95 percent getting together?" Jerry's response? "Alcohol."

I was getting a lots of responds--but no one I really wanted to date. And the woman I did like already had boylfriends (or just weren't interested, sad). My mom kept telling me that I would definitely end up with someone fabulous and that I shouldn't worry so much. She said she was 100% sure and that it was normal to worry but that I didn't need to. But it was easy for her to say--she was already blissfully married! but being in New York seemed like the roughest place to date: You're always surrounded by models (honest-to-goodness perfect-skinned, long-legged, 6-foot-tall Ukrainian models) who are looking for the perfect guy who is either rich, tall, or handsome.

And then I was thinking we're all such smart, funny and wonderful people, and so many people would be lucky to have us. Why does it often take a relationship to realize that? Plus, as my mom says, "It only takes one person to have met the love of your life!" A while ago, I heard another great quote: "If you knew you were going to meet the love of your life in one year, how different would that year be?" That awesome quote reveals how much we sometimes worry about our dating lives when we could be relaxing and enjoying other parts of our lives. Suddenly, you feel this sense of “knowing” – though you’ve never met that person before.  And, it is in that “chance meeting” that we discover how much alike we are. The “chance meeting,” however, is no accident; a matter of fact, it is not by chance at all.  There are no “accidents” in life.  Remember, every encounter and every facet of our lives is laid out for us to explore that which is of the Divine in me greets that which is of the Divine in you.

Remember that episode of Seinfeld when Jerry says that only 5 percent of the population is date-able? Elaine asks, "Then how are the other 95 percent getting together?" Jerry's response? "Alcohol."

I was getting a lots of responds--but no one I really wanted to date. And the woman I did like already had boylfriends (or just weren't interested, sad). My mom kept telling me that I would definitely end up with someone fabulous and that I shouldn't worry so much. She said she was 100% sure and that it was normal to worry but that I didn't need to. But it was easy for her to say--she was already blissfully married! but being in New York seemed like the roughest place to date: You're always surrounded by models (honest-to-goodness perfect-skinned, long-legged, 6-foot-tall Ukrainian models) who are looking for the perfect guy who is either rich, tall, or handsome.

And then I was thinking we're all such smart, funny and wonderful people, and so many people would be lucky to have us. Why does it often take a relationship to realize that? Plus, as my mom says, "It only takes one person to have met the love of your life!" A while ago, I heard another great quote: "If you knew you were going to meet the love of your life in one year, how different would that year be?" That awesome quote reveals how much we sometimes worry about our dating lives when we could be relaxing and enjoying other parts of our lives.

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