Facebook Shared My Memory, On This Day: “When It Rain, It”
<p>Facebook is great for reminding us of our memories. It pops up pictures we&#8217;ve shared or quotes we&#8217;ve highlighted throughout our years while sharing our life publicly. If you are anything like me you are mindful of what you type in the status bar. Obviously if <em><strong>Facebook</strong></em> is keeping a a record to remind us of…
<p>Facebook is great for reminding us of our memories. It pops up pictures we&#8217;ve shared or quotes we&#8217;ve highlighted throughout our years while sharing our life publicly. If you are anything like me you are mindful of what you type in the status bar. Obviously if <em><strong>Facebook</strong></em> is keeping a a record to remind us of all those cute pictures we share, someone, somewhere has a record of that status we posted 2 years ago that we might care to forget. I enjoy looking back on my memories. For the most part I can remember exactly how I was feeling in the moment I posted my status. Today Facebook reminded of a blog post I wrote 6 years ago to date on my old blog. I decided to share my thoughts from then here unedited. <span id="more-1817"></span><strong><span style="color: #003366;"></span></strong></p>
<h2><strong><span style="color: #003366;">&#8220;When It Rain, It&#8221;</span></strong></h2>
<p><span>My writings, since the time I can remember, have always been about love. lust, hurt, pain, etc. Usually I take a host of my experiences and combine it with those of others and offer my input. I started this blog out of my love to talk, share, get and give advice to others.</span></p>
<p><span>Lately I&#8217;ve been thinking about the things that are important to me and why. As cliche as it may be, happiness and love are in the center of my heart. To many this isn&#8217;t important or the last thing on their to-do list, but for me it is of significant greatness. Partially because I am a hopeless optimist, but mostly because I know forever exists for many. </span></p>
<p><span>Pain on the other hand is something no one wants to feel and I personally avoid like the plague. I think back to those unhappy times and sometimes I feel as though I am incapable of crying anymore. The things that once hurt now seem so trivial. I&#8217;m sure there is a real tear in there somewhere.</span></p>
<p><span>The last few nights have been filled with terrible thunderstorms here in Chicago. I have spent the last few storms staring aimlessly at the sky. It amazes me how the sky turns so dark in such a short time and then a down pour of rain, winds, thunder, and lightening overpower the city. After the storm is over the city is calm again, but it leaves such devastation. So I sit and think.</span></p>
<figure id="attachment_1819" aria-describedby="caption-attachment-1819" style="width: 1600px" class="wp-caption aligncenter"><img src="https://abreak4mommy.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/06/Chicago-Storm-June-29-2010.jpg" alt="facebook" width="1600" height="1200" class="wp-image-1819 size-full" /><figcaption id="caption-attachment-1819" class="wp-caption-text">Chicago Sky preparing for a 7 a.m. storm.</figcaption></figure>
<p><span>A storm is a lot like a bad relationship it is filled with disastrous moods and moments. Down pours of tears and gust of pain can leave a miserable aftermath. After the relationship, before long life feels normal again, but somehow your heart never feels as calm. When it rains it is as if the earth is taking a bath. Think of the end of a bad relationship as an enema to cleanse your soul.</span></p>
<p><span>A bad relationship in comparison to a storm leaves for a brighter tomorrow. Eventually the sun will shine again. </span></p>
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