>Guest Blog: The Discovery of a Purse Blogger

>It is my pleasure today to have Laura AKA The Purse Blogger guest posting here on The Scoop on Poop today. Enjoy!!!





Hi Everyone!  I am so excited to be guest posting here at The Scoop on Poop today and I want to thank The Drama Mama for giving me this opportunity.  Isn’t she the best?  I just love her and am so glad we have gotten to know each other better.  Ahh, the beauty of Twitter.  It rocks. 

I hope you are not sick of me.  I think I have something that will remedy that if you are. LOL! 

The DM gave me the topic of “I Discovered” and it kind of threw me for a loop.  I thought wow, what can I write about on that?  After a few minutes, something came to mind and it is something I’ve thought about on different occasions but it didn’t seem right to share it, until now.

We all know what “Womens Intuition” is right?  There’s a reason we have it.  We may not always listen to it but it’s there.  I used to be famous for ignoring it.  If I wanted something and was told it wasn’t the best thing for me, I’d ignore it.  Sometimes it didn’t matter much, but other times it did.  

I went through a really hard experience a few years ago with some women I thought were my friends.  I am not going into the whole story of it here but a little part of it.  I had a really good friend who turned on me.  I couldn’t understand it and was in agony over it.  I turned to a mutual friend for help and support.  First mistake.  Did you catch the word mutual there?  While she seemed to be there for me and feel for me, she wasn’t.  My husband saw through it, my other good friends saw through it, but I didn’t.  At first.  

As the time went on she would start saying and doing little things that would cause me to wonder.  But I ignored again.  I defended her.  I told everyone she wasn’t like that.  I was wrong.

So, you are probably wondering what the topic of “I Discovered” has to do with this.  I’m getting to that.  Because it was a big lesson for me.

We were on the phone one day having a completely normal conversation.  She had just had a baby and was telling me I should drive out to her house to see him.  I mean seriously, there was nothing in this conversation that was weird or suspicious.  Completely normal.  But, as we were talking, the overwhelming feeling that this would be the last time I would talk to her, ever, came over me.  This feeling was telling me she was absolutely not good for me.  It was that feeling that I finally listened to, that I finally realized she was not a true friend to me.  Call it weird or crazy but it’s true.  I couldn’t ignore it any longer.  

That was in 2006.  I haven’t talked to her since.  She did attempt a few times to talk to me but I didn’t respond.   What really confirmed that feeling to me was a few weeks later, a good (and trusted) friend of mine called me up to tell me some things she had heard was being said about me by this so-called friend.  While I won’t go into it, trust me, I knew I had made the right decision.  The things she said were extremely laughable and utterly ridiculous.  She has no idea I know she said these things.  She has no idea that she was telling someone who had a connection to me.  It just goes to show that you should be careful what you say.  But that isn’t the point of my post.

The point of my post is that I finally discovered that I should have been listening to my instincts all along.  I do now, let me tell you.  And I realize I always should have.  They are given to us for a reason and they won’t steer you wrong.

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Have you ever ignored that little inner voice? 

Thanks for hanging out today, Laura!! This was a fabulous post.


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