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My 9 year old daughter just showed me a poem that she wrote today in class. I am, for lack of a better saying, blown away with her words of wisdom. She is an inspiration to me everyday and I want to share her beautiful poem with all of you.

Peace on Earth
By:Alana Barone
A peaceful world begins with a peaceful you. Discover the peace kept quietly within. Cherish it. Live it. Share it. Be the example of peace you want from others. A peaceful, loving soul is infectious; so, turn what’s inward outward, And share your soul with the world. The peace you share will make its way back to you. Peace is POWERFUL

I love this girl with all of my heart.

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For all of those people reading this that have been hit, hurt, bullied and humiliated, this post is for you! The words to this Taylor Swift song are so moving. Go put on your cowboy boots and sing it at the top of your lungs and say “Buh Bye” to the abuser!

“You, with your words like knives
And swords and weapons that you use against me

You have knocked me off my feet again
Got me feeling like I’m nothing

You, with your voice like nails on a chalkboard calling me out when I’m wounded

You picking on the weaker man

Well you can take me down with just one single blow

But you don’t know, what you don’t know…

Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean

Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

You, with your switching sides
And your wildfire lies and your humiliation

You have pointed out my flaws again
As if I don’t already see them

I walk with my head down
Trying to block you out ’cause I’ll never impress you

I just wanna feel okay again

I bet you got pushed around
Somebody made you cold
But the cycle ends RIGHT NOW

Cause you can’t lead me down that road
And you don’t know, what you don’t know…

Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean

Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean
Why you gotta be so mean?

And I can see you years from now in a bar, talking over a football game

With that same big loud opinion
But nobody’s listening

Washed up and ranting about the same old bitter things

Drunk and grumbling on about how I can’t sing

But all you are is mean

All you are is mean

And a liar, and pathetic, and alone in life and mean, and mean, and mean, and mean

But someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city

And all you’re ever gonna be is mean, yeah

Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
And all you’re ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so?..

Someday I’ll be living in a big ol’ city and all you’re ever gonna be is mean

Someday I’ll be big enough so you can’t hit me
and all you’re ever gonna be is mean

Why you gotta be so mean?”



I just watched “The Voice” and I absolutely loved seeing Christina Aguilera get up and sing with newcomer Sara. Sara narrated for us that she has had her eye on the prize her entire life and has always dreamed of becoming a singer. Obviously, she needed to have the talent to back that up. (case in point….I’m not going to be an Olympic gymnast anytime soon no matter how much I believe in myself!)

And there young Sara was tonight….. living out her dreams for all of the world to see.

See…..dreams do come true! If you don’t give up on yourself and you stick with it, your world can really change in an instant.



“One of the hardest things to realize”, she said, “is that our someday if right now”.

Find your motivation today! I know you have ideas floating around in your head of some things that you want to accomplish, goals you want to achieve, errands you want to run.

Don’t put it off…..your someday is today!



Every man wants a good girl to be bad, just for him, and every woman wants a bad boy to be good, just for her.

What happens to us when we only like the bad boys? Does that make us good girls gone bad?



Women are Angels. When someone breaks our wings, we simply continue to fly……usually on a broomstick.
We are flexible like that.



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