Sugar and Spice?

Substance that which has mass and occupies space, a material of a particular kind or constitution, one's essential nature or essence, and lastly, gist; heart. Heart! Bingo... What does a heart consist of?



I asked myself this morning, "Joey, just what are you made of?" And the answer was not "true grit". For it seems that I cannot communicate effectively the majority of the time. I lack enthusiasm. I have the attitude of a realist, so that leaves little room for positivity. However, I am loyal, I am true, I have a purpose, and above all I am committed.


The childhood poem, Sugar and Spice came to my mind while thinking. It's a nice writing. Sweet and innocent, but I can't help but surmise that we as women are underestimated from birth forward. We are nothing more than sugar and spice, sunshine and rainbows. Just a pretty face with no real substance.


There are those young women who break the mold in adolescence and find their purpose and live up to their full potential. There are those who struggle to find themselves, but eventually do, and then unfortunately there are those who truly never amount to anything more than sugar and spice.


Can true substance be learned? Or are some destined to be sugar and spice while others are a lump of salt?

Atonement

Atonement is defined as the process of forgiving and/or pardoning a transgression. After a pretty hairy Sunday I find that I am frazzled. I have realized that I am not one who can forgive and forget. Complete atonement. Like the old country song goes; "Forgive and forget, relive and regret." I am admitting failure and I am accepting defeat. There ARE individuals who NEVER change for the better. I would like to think that maybe it's me but sadly I have learned from the experiences of others that I, (who I can change), am not the issue.
As a friend described; It is as if we are two magnets. "We are drawn together by the past, however we were never meant to co-exist." So very true... Why am I bothered and why am I a smidge sad? At the moment I find that these emotions come from past hurts. The rejection and mistreatment take me back to a place in time. A place in time when I had no voice. A place in time when I wasn't comfortable in my own skin. A place in time when I felt so ALONE and FRAGILE. The common denominator, you guessed it! The other magnet...