Not Every Ending Comes with Closure

Come, come sit with me… grab your drink and pull up a chair. Listen… I’m one of those people who likes to have everything all wrapped up neatly. But uummm… we all know in life… that doesn’t always happen. And sometimes… we don’t get the closure we crave. I had a friend. I truly thought we were good friends. We hung out, did things together, and had been friends for years. We met at work… and even after I left that job, we still kept our friendship going. Until… we didn’t. Honestly? I don’t even know why they stopped talking to me. I called. I left messages. I texted. And nothing. My goodness… it was hard to let it go. Because I like closing the circle. I like understanding. I like knowing why something ended. But this circle… It never closed. And that was the hardest part. And honestly… it still bugs me. And maybe that’s the part we don’t talk about enough. Not every relationship ends with a conversation. Not every ending comes with an ex...

Sexy Is a Feeling, Not a Size

Come, come sit with me. Get comfortable with your drink. I’ve got my tea.

So… I was driving home today after getting my hair done, and I have to tell you — I was feeling good. Not just happy, but confident. Comfortable. A little sexy, if I’m being honest.

And I know what you’re thinking — okay Lisa, isn’t that a good thing? Yes. Yes, it is.

But here’s my truth.

I haven’t really liked myself lately.

Not in a dramatic way. Not in a way that anyone else would probably notice. Just quietly. Subtly. The kind of feeling that creeps in when life gets busy and you forget to check in with yourself.

And as I was driving, it hit me why.

I stopped doing the things that help me feel good.

For me, feeling good isn’t about how I look — it’s about how I connect with myself.

When I move my body — even if it’s just a 20-minute walk — something shifts. The tension releases. The worries quiet down. The stress doesn’t feel so loud.

I put my music on, and I just let it go.

Eating right helps me too. (Lord knows I’ve been snacking like nobody’s business lately.)

Not in a punishment way. Just in a taking-care-of-myself way.

This is what helps me connect back to me.

And I think at some point in our lives, we all feel this way — one time or another.

Because listen… I want to get back to sexy Lisa. And honey, let me tell you — that is a feeling, not a look.

You can be fluffy and feel sexy. You can be slim and feel sexy.

It lives in our minds, not our mirrors.

Let me tell you a story.

I was out shopping with a friend one day, buying underwear — bras and undies. I was reaching for my usual staples: white, black, beige.

She looked at me and said, “What are you doing?”

I said, “Buying my staples.”

She shook her head. “No, no, no. You need color.”

I laughed and said, “I don’t need color.”

She looked at me and said, “Lisa, when you wear color under your clothes, it can change your whole mood. And the best part? Only you know why you’re in that mood.”

I laughed… but I listened.

And mmm — girl, she was right.

What you wear under your clothes can change how you move through the world — not because anyone else sees it, but because you feel it.

So here’s what I’m saying — to you and to myself.

We all lose connection with ourselves. Life happens. Responsibilities pile up. We survive instead of feel.

But I’m getting that sexy back. 😏

Not by changing my body. Not by becoming someone new.

I’m getting back into alignment — with my body, my heart, and the woman I already am.

Just one step. One choice. One moment of coming back to myself.

So… who’s with me?

✨ Whisper: Sexy is a feeling. And tonight, I’m choosing to feel it.

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