Marilyn.Wargo

Life as I know it

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Distorted Reflection

Take a look in the mirror.

You see uneven eyebrows and brown eyes you wish were ocean blue.

I see the eyes that show every expression of surprise, sadness, excitement, beauty.

I see the sparkle in them when you’re smiling and the way they allow you to look up at the stars.

You see a crooked nose that resulted from an adolescent incident.

I see a story. 

I see the fearless child that got up from that incident and leapt into the next adventure.

You see two teeth that don’t line up with the rest of them and lips that are missing the lips of someone you yearn to kiss back.

I see the smile that breaks through all barriers. The smile that shines through every broken heart, every moment you were told you weren’t good enough.

I see lips that are waiting for the right lips to kiss back. The ones that deserve the most passionate and patient kind of love.

You see a body that looks nothing like the ones in magazines or on social media.

You see scars on your wrist, curves in places that don’t “belong.”

I see the most beautiful body that God has given you to utilize.

A body that allows you to get out of bed in the morning,

allows you to wave to a person,

allows you to give someone a hug when they need it most.

You see the painful words and actions from others that you chose to believe one day.

You see the potential in yourself but think you don’t deserve it.

I see the obstacles you’ve overcome.

I see a person whose love alone could change the world.

Don’t you see how different our mirrors are?

You focus on the flaws when the beauty we all see is so powerful.

Imagine living a day with the vision that we all see in you every day.

That person is in there.

That person is you

…in your most damaged and imperfect beauty.

Be that person.

Be who we see,

who I see.

and just be.

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I sit and I talk to my best friend, hundreds of miles away, as we try to figure out this thing we call “life.”

We’re excited. We’re terrified. We’re free. We’re clueless. We’re growing.

As I reflect on every word we say, every dream we dare to dream, I can’t help but wonder of all the souls in this very position.

I am a 24 year-old dreamer. I am a daughter, a sister, a soon-to-be aunt.  I am a friend. I am a woman with a past. I am a sinner with a gentle soul.  I am a believer and hopeful of love in all forms.

I trust that being kind to each and every person creates the fullest heart.

I am scared.

I question if what I’m doing is right.

I remind myself not to compare. Yet I look in the mirror. I turn to one side, suck in, and let out a sigh going back to original form.

The form that is me in that very moment whether I love it or hate it.

I pray. I pray for answers, for support, for those in my heart and those I will never see again. I pray to cry.

And I pray that others have someone or something to speak to… so that they know they’re not alone.

I know I am not alone in this journey, but it has proven to be damn lonely at times.

I think to myself some nights “How the hell am I going to do this?”

You think to yourself “How the hell am I going to do this?”

A different fight.

The same war.

Something we’re all so afraid to speak about: our own fears.

But if we silence our own silence, something magnificent happens.

The idea that fear is inadequate.

Whether you are 80, 38, 18, or 8, there are always going to be fears.

A grandmother looks into her children’s eyes and hopes they know that she is ready to let go.  Never to let go of them, but to let go of the structure she shaped because she trusts that the foundation she built is ready for new builders.

A grown man comes home to his family and through his exhaustion, he hopes that he has provided them with a good life.

A teenage girl comes home with a broken heart and bruised ego from the bullies and wonders if life is worth living.

A child looks out at the world and sees the hesitation and doubt of the people around them.

But do we ever really find an answer?

We spend our whole lives hoping.

Hoping, wondering, dreaming, questioning.

And what makes it all worth it?

The fight.

Fear should be present, but never enough to hold us back.

The fight makes it all worth it.

So don’t you dare stop fighting.

Don’t you dare stop dreaming of a life worth living.

Because when you dream like that,

You should be scared.

I’m scared too.

And in the most obscure, confusing way,

….it all makes sense.

I sit and I talk to my best friend, hundreds of miles away, as we try to figure out this thing we call “life.”

We’re excited. We’re terrified. We’re free. We’re clueless. We’re growing.

As I reflect on every word we say, every dream we dare to dream, I can’t help but wonder of all the souls in this very position.

I am a 24 year-old dreamer. I am a daughter, a sister, a soon-to-be aunt.  I am a friend. I am a woman with a past. I am a sinner with a gentle soul.  I am a believer and hopeful of love in all forms.

I trust that being kind to each and every person creates the fullest heart.

I am scared.

I question if what I’m doing is right.

I remind myself not to compare. Yet I look in the mirror. I turn to one side, suck in, and let out a sigh going back to original form.

The form that is me in that very moment whether I love it or hate it.

I pray. I pray for answers, for support, for those in my heart and those I will never see again. I pray to cry.

And I pray that others have someone or something to speak to… so that they know they’re not alone.

I know I am not alone in this journey, but it has proven to be damn lonely at times.

I think to myself some nights “How the hell am I going to do this?”

You think to yourself “How the hell am I going to do this?”

A different fight.

The same war.

Something we’re all so afraid to speak about: our own fears.

But if we silence our own silence, something magnificent happens.

The idea that fear is inadequate.

Whether you are 80, 38, 18, or 8, there are always going to be fears.

A grandmother looks into her children’s eyes and hopes they know that she is ready to let go.  Never to let go of them, but to let go of the structure she shaped because she trusts that the foundation she built is ready for new builders.

A grown man comes home to his family and through his exhaustion, he hopes that he has provided them with a good life.

A teenage girl comes home with a broken heart and bruised ego from the bullies and wonders if life is worth living.

A child looks out at the world and sees the hesitation and doubt of the people around them.

But do we ever really find an answer?

We spend our whole lives hoping.

Hoping, wondering, dreaming, questioning.

And what makes it all worth it?

The fight.

Fear should be present, but never enough to hold us back.

The fight makes it all worth it.

So don’t you dare stop fighting.

Don’t you dare stop dreaming of a life worth living.

Because when you dream like that,

You should be scared.

I’m scared too.

And in the most obscure, confusing way,

….it all makes sense.

Filed under Fight Scared bestfriend talk alone lonely reflect dream excited terrified free clueless growing dreamer woman past sinner gentle souls trust kind question compare mirror me pray cry heart journey afraid fears

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Vulnerability

is one of the sexiest qualities in a human being.
We are stripped of our outer protections and forced to look within.
Deep down what is your heart telling you?
Forget the mental bullshit,
and listen to your heart.
Listen to every beat.
Listen to everything it has been telling you that you have chosen to ignore.
For all the years, hours, moments in your life that you decided to do something because it was socially acceptable and politically correct.
Take off your clothes and emotions that weigh you down and feel the freedom of raw thoughts.
Emotions are meant to be felt.
Feel
every
ounce
of
emotion.
Then breathe.
And turn it into passion.
Because being passionate is sexy.
Because being passionate shows that you are vulnerable to life.
The life that we can decide to live however we choose.
Once we listen to every beat. Feel every ounce of emotion. And turn that into passion.
We become the sexiest version of ourselves.
And we start to live.

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"Hello."

The most rewarding thing about traveling is the people you meet along the way.  You build relationships with people through conversation; you just have to have the courage to say “Hello.” I met a man and woman this past week at a work convention held in Las Vegas who were from Scotland.  They were kind enough to share their stories with me and as a listener and writer, I feel that it’s my duty to share their story with you.

The couple will be celebrating their 42nd wedding anniversary this month and were blessed with two children and four grandchildren.

In their 42 years of marriage, the woman explained to me that they have moved over 28 times all over the world.

“When did your traveling begin?” I asked her.

“I was 30 years-old,” she replied, “My husband got a job in Hong Kong so we packed our bags and I was put in a hotel for three months. My daughter was 11 months old and [he] worked long hours.”

I sat imagining the loneliness that that situation could bring and all I could ask was, “Did you ever get depressed?”

“Oh, no darling. I met a woman who recently moved and was in the exact situation that I was. She was put in the same hotel while her husband worked and she had to take care of her newborn.” She continued, “She and I still talk to this day. If it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have made it.”

It’s pretty incredible to think about what we are capable of doing when we have no other choice. She adjusted her life because it wasn’t going to wait for her. And she continued to do that as she was sitting next to me as an American resident.

People often tell me how lucky I am to do and see the things I have as a 24 year-old.

I am immensely grateful and fortunate to have done these things and I give thanks each and every day.  But I’ve also realized (like my new friend) that I must adjust my life because it isn’t going to wait for me. We make opportunities happen when recognize that we must be the ones to create those opportunities in the first place.

I wanted to share their story because maybe one day you will be 30 years old and told you have to move across the globe. Maybe one day you will wish you had struck a conversation with the person next to you. Or maybe one day you will wonder what held you back from living the life you always dreamed of.

It’s never too late to travel and see the world around you.

You learn about life from living your own and sharing it with others.

And you build relationships with people through conversation. You just have to have the courage to say “Hello.” 

Filed under travel see the world rewarding people relationships hello courage Scotland stories story life learn sharing conversation lucky grateful

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The Forgiven Life

Think about your life.

About the mistakes you’ve made.

About the moments you wish you could take back.

Think about the situations you let peer pressure win.

And about the things you “should have said.”

Think about every time you lost your way.

Now stop.

Stop and think about why you are associating those situations with negatives.

It’s because you know the positives.

And you know the potential.

Now stop again.

And forgive yourself.

For making a mistake.

For the moment you cannot take back.

And for the situation that you hoped for acceptance over peace of mind.

For those words you should have said.

Forgive yourself for being human.

Let yourself be forgiven. 

Let yourself be.

and just be.

Filed under Forgive forgiveness life stop think mistakes moments situation peer pressure lost found negatives positives potential acceptance peace of mind human justbe just be