How to Recognize Your Soulmate – 4 Sure Fire Ways to Know

For most people, finding love is the first reason for living.

We spend our whole lives looking for that one person, and when we find our soulmate, we experience the kind of joy that is all too rare.

It’s painful to think that some people might meet their soulmate and not even know it.

For that reason, it is vital that we know how to recognise our soulmate when we meet them.

Luckily, with it being such a central part of life, the signs are quite easy to spot.

1. You Have Instant Chemistry

When you meet your soulmate for the first time, you will be struck by how easy it is to talk to them.

Meeting most people begins with a little bit of awkwardness.

It always comes from apprehension, not being entirely sure of their motives or their attitudes.

With a soulmate, you will immediately be at the same level.

A soulmate will get your references, and you will get theirs. You will share interests and primary goals for life.

In fact…

2. You, Will, Have A Scary Amount In Common

Soulmates usually come from very similar backgrounds in terms of their childhood experiences.

The reason for this is that soulmates need a bedrock of shared experience to create the magic of soulmate relationships.

It breeds understanding between you.

In practice, you will find that you understand where they are coming from and why they think a certain way – and the same is true the other way around!

3. Your Body Will Tell You – And Everyone Else!

The physical effects of meeting your soulmate are sometimes the most obvious ones at the start.

While you might want to hide your feelings when first meeting your soulmate – after all, that’s quite a natural reaction – your body has other ideas.

Unless you have superhuman self-control, your body will give the game away.

Think uncontrollable smiling and laughter, blushing and butterflies in the stomach.

The nature of embarrassment means that you will notice these in yourself straight away – more interesting is to see if you can spot the same things in your soulmate.

4. They’re Excitingly New… Though Strangely Familiar

Meeting your soulmate is an incredibly exciting experience that can leave you reeling for days, awash in a sea of new feelings that you feared you might never experience.

Though the novelty is exciting, when you meet your soulmate, it will be the familiarity that strikes you.

Your soul connection has meant that you have had a connection for your entire life, perhaps many lives before.

In fact, soulmate relationships often develop over the course of many lifetimes.

It has a strange side effect. Many people, when meeting their soulmates for the first time, swear they’ve met them somewhere before, or have known them in a past life.

It is no coincidence and is often more accurate than they think.

And remember, if you are still waiting for your soulmate and are scared they’ll never show, know this:

Everyone has a soulmate out there, and everybody is hard-wired to recognize them when they see them.

Yours is just a little further down the road and will explode into your life. It will always be when you least expect it.

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Tales of Rock – 29 Secret Backstories You Don’t Know To Hit Songs You Do

Songs have a way of worming themselves into our brains and lives in subtle ways, without us giving a single thought to how they arrived in our ears. And as it turns out, most songs have really interesting histories.

So we asked our plasticians to come up with fascinating facts about well-known songs, that you can worm into your brain alongside that catchy melody. Here’s what they came up with:

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

29 Secret Backstories You Don't Know To Hit Songs You Do

 

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BELOW THE WHEEL – The Artist, The Artwork and The Marketing

Pictured: Kellie Stiles – Artist

When I published Angel with a Broken Wing last summer, I needed a cover for the book. I thought long and hard about what the image should be. I thought about the leading female character Jill standing in the desert in Palm Springs with Christian. There was that moment before he kisses her for the first time. Before she takes off her sunglasses and looks off to the horizon.

It suddenly struck me. I drew a picture like that my senior year in art major class in 12th grade. I still had the original artwork. It’s won awards in art shows and got me an A+ in that class.

I thought it would be perfect even though the image was 40 years old. It worked beautifully. The title and my name are on the kindle version but are not on the cover of the paperback. I figured let the artwork grab people’s attention rather than the title. The image was strong enough. Just a simple pen and ink in my signature style.  Let’s have a Beatles White Album, Led Zeppelin IV moment, and just go with artwork only cover for my first work of fiction.

I had already published Phicklephilly, Phicklephilly II, Crazy Dating Stories, and the notorious and lurid, Sun Stories: Tales from a Tanning Salon. This was my first work of fiction to be published. Like every aspect of my life, I needed to make it cool. No name and no title. Just leave it on the spine of the book.

Sales were robust thanks to the great following on my blog and fans from my previous non-fiction work published years before.

But for my second work of fiction, (and maybe my last!) I wanted to do something different. Below the Wheel had a totally different vibe and tone from Angel with a Broken Wing. It held darker subjects inside its heart.

During covid in 202o, the only woman I saw, other than my sisters and daughter was my daughter’s friend, Kellie. She’s a great girl and a dear friend of my daughter’s, so we sort of think of her as a part of the family after 2020.

One day, she presented us with a little painting she did of an Ewok from Star Wars. I like how she took a well-known character from popular culture and kind of gave him a psychedelic vibe he never had on Endor. I really liked it, and we hung it up in our gallery of other artwork in the living room. He was in good company with Jeff Buckley, George Carlin, Paris Hilton, Arnold Schwarzenegger, Britney Spears, Christine Aguilera, Alessandra Ambrosio, and several other famous people we’ve met over the years.

Here he is.

He’s got crazy eyes and a Clutch Cargo mouth, and it looks like this little dude is on some kind of mushroom trip.

I liked it, and having no idea what the cover of my next book should be, I asked Kellie if she was interested in maybe doing the cover for a book I was working on, called Below the Wheel.

She liked the idea of the story and the opportunity to create something new. I gave her a synopsis of the story and sent her some images I found on the internet that seemed to capture the imagery of the book I was writing.

I didn’t know how it would turn out but was happy I could work with a friend of the family who could paint. I had looked at the work of some other artists I knew but their work just didn’t seem right for what I wanted and lacked any voice.

This was back in the Fall of 2020 when we talked about this work. So, this has been cooking for a while.

I toiled away with the writing, editing, clean-up, cutting, and production of my next book.  The Winter passed, and as we came into Spring of 2021, Kellie was close to completing the cover.

I thought maybe she would do a little painting the size of a comic book. But Kellie actually painted a 3-foot by 2-foot painting in oil on a canvas.  The real deal. A painting you could hang on your wall.

An actual work of art.

I was worried that the size and scope of what she was trying to create was just too big a task for her. But 3 weeks before the deadline, she pulled up in front of my house in Rittenhouse and hauled out this giant painting from the back of her truck.

I was blown away at the sheer size and detail of what she created. At first glance at the painting, I realized she had captured what I saw in my mind of what the cover should look like for this book.

I never gave her tons of details, but she was somehow able to capture what I saw in my mind. A dark city street with a lady of the night soliciting a motorist on Broadway in Camden, NJ. (She used special reflective paint for the car’s finish) The darkness that falls over the scene cut only by the streetlights. The sad cityscape beyond that image. City Hall slightly bent just like the government in Camden that no longer cares for the people of that dying city. The last orange light of dusk before darkness falls on the city and consumes it and its denizens of the night.

Plus, she left space at the top and bottom for the title and my name, so yea… great composition! Well done, Kellz!

Easter egg: If you look closely, there’s a little guy standing on the roof of one of the buildings. Cool detail!

So, after 8 months we have the cover of the book. Below the Wheel is now a reality. I’m happy that Kellie will now have her work on the cover of a published book, copyrighted, and registered in the United States Library of Congress.

You can find her at thelookofkellz on Instagram. Follow this talented lady!

Stop by, follow, and check out her artwork. She’s an amazing lady I’ve written about on occasion in this blog.

We’re happy Kellie’s in our lives. Whether she likes it or not, we’ve sort of adopted her as our own. Our home is full of sunny smiles when she and my daughter are here together.

I’ll miss them both when my daughter moves out in a few months.

Here are the posts I wrote about Kel last year. (I always use fake names and avatars to protect people’s rights, but for this post we want people to know the artist!)

Trivia: I named her after Jodie Foster’s character, Iris in the film Taxi Driver.

Iris – Quarantine Girl

Iris – Happy Birthday, Papa Squirrel

Here’s Kellie! Hire her for your next artistic endeavor!

The Painting

We’re going to find a special place in our home to hang this up! Thank you, Kellie!

The Marketing

I’m no stranger to Instagram, but I’m new to making Stories. I only recently sort of figured it out. But I think I was able to come up with some compelling images to promote the new book.

I worked in advertising and marketing for 10 years here in Philly, and only learned how to write good copy in the last year of my time at Philly Weekly. It really paid off! I think a few of these look really cool!

I ran all of these on social media during the two weeks leading up to the publication of Below the Wheel.

I hope you like my latest offering. It’s a hard-boiled, crazy detective story full of twists and turns. This will be the last book I ever write like this.

The next two books will be historic pieces from my youth growing up in Philly and my summers in Wildwood.

 

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5 Signs You’re Not Over Your Breakup Yet, So Give Yourself Time

It’s no secret that getting over a breakup takes time, regardless of who ended things. If you just got out of a relationship — especially if you were together for several years — it’s only natural to need a minute (or, you know, a few) to heal and move on. Understanding the signs you’re not over your breakup yet and recognizing them in yourself might help you realize you need a little more time, and there’s nothing wrong with that. After all, moving on doesn’t happen overnight.

While it would be nice to have an exact timeline for when you “should” be fully over someone, that’s not always realistic. Everyone is different. “This truly depends on a couple of things,” Chris Armstrong, founder of the relationship coaching company Maze of Love, previously told us. “If your ex was the one to break up [with you] and you did not see it coming, it could take several months.” On the other hand, “If you broke up with your ex and you had been mulling it over for a bit, it may only take a couple of weeks to a month,” Armstrong said.

If you recognize any of the following signs or behaviors within yourself, it might mean you’re not over your breakup just yet. Don’t be too hard on yourself, because everyone’s different. Trust that you will get there when you get there, and everything will fall into place.

1. You didn’t grieve the end of the relationship.

Dmytro Bilous/ Stocksy

You can’t truly move on from a breakup if you don’t let yourself feel sad, mad, or upset for a while. “Let yourself feel all the emotions,” dating coach Diana Dorell previously told Elite Daily. “Denial is a part of the grieving process, and the end of a relationship really can feel like a death of sorts. Trying to skip over how you feel or distracting yourself from your feelings is only a temporary solution.”

2. You still want to reach out to them.

It is so tempting to text your ex after a breakup, no matter how things ended. So, if you still feel yourself reaching for the phone, there’s a good chance you probably aren’t over the breakup. “Even if you and your ex aren’t communicating, give yourself a timeframe, [during] which you will commit to not reaching out to them in any way,” Dorell said “Once you get to that point, re-commit for another round,” she continued. “You may find that you don’t even have the desire to reach out.”

3. You still check their social media.

Studio Firma/ Stocksy

Social media can make breakups even harder. Being able to see what your ex is up to on a daily basis can make it harder to forget about them. “If you are following your ex on social media, be careful to not stalk their account and do check-ins with yourself to make sure you are not feeling sadness or anxiety from checking their social media pages,” Marline Francois-Madden, LCSW, psychotherapist, and CEO of Hearts Empowerment Counseling Center previously told Elite Daily.

At the end of the day, it might be best to hit that “unfollow” button.

4. You’ve held on to physical mementos.

You probably aren’t over a breakup if you’ve been holding onto something that belonged to your ex. A shirt, book, or blanket can hold too many memories to allow you to really move on. “Have a simple ritual to honor the relationship, and then release any objects that remind you of them. Donate, sell, throw away,” Dorell said.

5. You haven’t taken time for yourself.

In order to get over a breakup, you might need to take some time to love yourself. “One of the most important things to remember during a breakup is that heartbreak affects your physiology and your neurochemistry,” Elle Huerta, CEO and founder of breakup recovery app Mend, previously told Elite Daily. “Going through a breakup feels like going through withdrawal, so it’s really important in the early days to take extra care of yourself — make sure you’re walking or getting a little bit of exercise every day to get happy hormones flowing.”

There’s no real way to rush your way through a breakup, so don’t stress too much if you aren’t completely over the relationship just yet. It takes time and effort. Remember: Try not to reach out, hit “unfollow” if you can, and take care of yourself. Be patient and kind with yourself. Heartbreak is no joke, but with some patience, you’ll get there.

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Hunt’s Pier – Chapter 5 – The Golden Nugget

Wildwood, New Jersey – 1980

My day in the summer of 1980 would roll like this. I would sleep in until noon unless my dad burst through my door telling me what a glorious day it was and that I was missing it.

“Early bird gets the worm, son!”

“Second mouse gets the cheese, dad.”

Then I would roll over and go back to sleep.

I would get out of bed sometime after that and put my bathing suit on and a t-shirt. I’d have a little lunch with my mom. I would grab my towel, a paperback, and my boom box and head to the beach. I would lie in the sun and tan and read whatever book I currently had going. When the sun became too hot, I would scan the beach nearby for an attractive girl on her own. I would pick up my radio and tune it to a local station that I knew was popular with most people. I’d head over to the girl lying on her blanket. 

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you, but would you mind keeping an eye on my radio while I took a quick dip in the ocean to cool off?”

“Sure!”

I was never turned down. I would head down to the water and dive in. I’d stay in for a while because I wanted her to become accustomed to having a radio playing on her blanket. I’d roll back to her maybe 15 minutes later and run the program.

“I’m Chaz, what’s your name. How long are you down for? Where are you from? Where are you staying?”

Not in that order or that fast, but you get the idea. It worked every time and I always got a date out of that system. I may hang with her there until maybe 3:00 and then walk her back to her motel. I’d get her details and make plans for later that night or that week. Maybe she and her girlfriends or sisters could come up and visit me at the ride and I’d get them on for free. (Louie was always in on the bit and wanted me to succeed with any prospective ladies I came in contact with at all times) I didn’t do this every day, but if I saw a girl I wanted to meet I’d run this program. (Future sales guy!)

Anyway, I’d get home, hop in one of the outdoor showers in the back of the house and head inside and get into character to work at the pier. Crisp white shirt, black tie, and slacks. I’d come down to the kitchen and my mom would feed me dinner. 

I’d head out early to work maybe a bit after 4 pm. I’d stop at Botto’s which was a little arcade and one of our main hangouts in town. I’d put a quarter in the jukebox and play some Aerosmith or whatever song I was into at the time. (Don’t Bring Me Down, by ELO comes to mind) I would go over to my favorite pinball machine, called FLASH, and play a few games. I was really good at that particular machine and had no problem wracking up free games on it. Some of the younger boys who hung out there would all gather around and watch me kick that machine’s butt. When you’re a young boy you always idolize older guys. I did it when I was younger and now I was that guy. I would tell the boys I had to get to work up at the pier and let them have all my free games. They were overjoyed because they didn’t have any money. I’d even leave them a few quarters on top of the machine and bid them farewell.

I’d get to the pier and run up the ramp to join the rest of the team at 5 pm. We’d figure out who was working where and just make that ride sing for the rest of the night. We did that night after night. Each night was similar but there were always different people and different girls to meet. It was an amazing place to be. It was the very best place to be at the shore for the summer. Everybody was happy and having fun. Can you imagine a job like that? You work all night, time flies by, and it is nonstop joy. The tourists are happy because they’re at the best amusement park in the world. (Their world) After work when we closed the pier we’d go out. 

Back when I worked at the Dolphin Restaurant as a busboy, my curfew was 11 pm, but once I started working at Hunt’s my mom lifted the curfew completely. So our nights in Wildwood started working at the circus that was Hunt’s Pier and then would continue on through the night on the boardwalk at another pier or down on Pacific avenue checking out the rock bands in the clubs. It was beautiful. And the amazing thing was, you knew you could wake up tomorrow and do it all over again. Again and again. Non-stop mayhem!

We had a good group of guys working on the Golden Nugget. This big blonde guy named Art was the manager, and he used to call me Peaches. I don’t know when that started but he was the only one who called me that.  There was another guy who’s name was actually, Danny Thomas. He was a short ginger guy, with a sweet disposition. Danny came to work one night and told me that he had just taken half a quaalude (714. The good ones from the ’70s) He said he ground it up in a beer because he couldn’t swallow pills. I knew from middle school what ludes were and told him to work in the back just opening doors. (The simplest and safest job on the ride for the night) There was another guy named Bill from Absecon, who was nice but a little full of himself. He was a good-looking guy, who was 5’10 with blonde hair and blue eyes. I made friends with him so I could borrow his ID to get into the nightclubs to see Witness at the London Ale House, that new wave band The Gang at the Club CasbaPegasus and Prowler at the Rainbow, or my favorite bar band of all time…  The Dead End Kids.  

Back then the drinking age in New Jersey was 18 and I wouldn’t turn until August 9th. The old Jersey licenses looked nothing like the modern laminated ones of today. It was just basically a piece of paper, no photo, and just your stats on it. So if anybody checked my ID going into a club, I fit his description and I never had a problem. I’m very grateful to Bill for lending me that for the month of July until my birthday.

We had so much fun working there. There usually was just Art and maybe another guy working during the day. The pier was always dead during the day, but you still got a few kids coming through so all of the rides were open. Completely different from what that place looked like at night.

The Nugget had five employees on deck at all times at night. One guy ran the brakes and watched the board to see where the cars were on the ride at any time. This was an important job. If you don’t get the mine cars stopped when they roll into the station, there’ll be a jarring accident. If the incoming car full of people crashes into the awaiting car to go out, it could send it up into the ride, with people half in it, doors unlocked, and could be a disaster. So that guy had to be on point.

The next station was the guy who threw the switch to send the car full of people up into the ride. That’s the job I liked best. I was great at it, and that was always my spot when I worked. It also allowed me to chat and flirt with the girls while they were waiting to go on the ride. If Louie saw one that I took a shine to, he would hand me the flashlight and tell me to take a ride up to “check on the ride.” This gave me a chance to possibly find out where the girls were staying, how long they were down for, and get a phone number. Every night was a new opportunity to meet new tourists. It was glorious. It got to a point, that if I hadn’t met a girl to go to the beach with and take on a date by Tuesday night, I thought I was slipping in my game. I kid you not.

The next spot was the guy across from me on the front platform. His job was to lock and secure the doors after the passengers boarded the ride. Very important gig.

On the back platform, there was another employee. When the ride was finished and the car would roll into the station, the doors would automatically unlock. He would hit each door and open them so the people could exit the ride. The last guy was up front at the top of the ramp that led to the ride. He collected tickets. I believe it was five tickets to ride the Nugget. He stood next to a locked three-foot-tall wooden box with a slot cut in the top. Inside was a canvas bag. As the people approached, he would take their tickets and drop them in the box.

That was the whole team. Louie was always there at night just to oversee the operation. But for the most part, Art and I had everything well under control. Louie would just chill in the background, puffing on his cigar. But it was good to know he was there… just in case.

Ahh… This song.

Wildwood in the Summer!

That song sounds like the theme of my teenage life in Wildwood, NJ in the summer of 1980.

 

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