The Precious Scars

Scottish men are by nature very romantic, super generous, have stamina up the yin-yang, and well.....let's just say God didn't "chintz" on them.  A small few feel so deeply, they become overwhelmed by new sensations......suffer panic and anxiety attacks in response.  Jonathan Scott falls into this category......and I'm pointing this out because there are a million women who think what they see on  Property Brothers ,  Property Brothers - Buying And Selling , and social media is who he is.  It is him.......in a work environment, but not a social or personal one.  One special lady will see the difference......know how to calm and soothe him when emotions run high.  Have no doubt  Jonathan  will find her......when he's ready to see.      The Scott Family As for me, everything about these guys keeps bringing me back " home "......awakening skills and senses I thought long lost.  " Industry eyes " and " designer's mind ...

Well, this is pretty much the halfway point here......which means, there is an end in sight!  Yay!  Unfortunately Jonathan Scott makes a cameo in all articles to follow.....which leaves me feeling very apprehensive.  I really don't want to piss him off.  Seems like a nice guy.......but if he's anything like me, he won't be happy.  I wasn't......not until the end.  As important as the information in this blog is, I don't want to put my company at risk.        Remember the guy from my vision ?  My childhood best friend shared so many qualities, I believed it was him.......initially.  Our future came to a grinding halt when he became privy to a family secret.....and left, supposedly to protect me.  Made me his benefactor.....out of guilt.  He grew up rich.....but only recently learnt the "family fortune" is in the billions.  I don't want it.  I wanted him.  His love meant more to me than all the mone...

Ever have a reaction straight out of a movie?  Mine occurred when hearing, "Retire now because.....".  Suddenly I was doing a Bella in the moments following her death.....internally screaming and clawing at my face, but externally appearing so quiet and still in the presence of the man with me. The Scream, 1893 by Edvard Munch Something else happened.  There was this burst, followed by a ripple...which sped away from me with supersonic speed and force.  Didn't know what it was.  Didn't know what it meant.  Wouldn't know for many months.        Essentially, I was instructed to make a wish list and begin checking everything I'd ever wanted for my life.  All I'd wanted these last twenty years was an incredible love who'd come home to me......and a child.  I wanted to be a mother, but these dreams weren't possible anymore.  And I couldn't remember older ones because an accident a dozen years earlier robbed me of al...