Saturday, September 3, 2016

Doubters Be Damned!

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Originally posted March 13, 2009 - Friday      

Current mood:  confident
Category: Romance and Relationships


This won’t be an easy entry to write because I hate revealing my vulnerabilities, but we’re all friends here right? I won’t lie or sugarcoat, a few days last week were grotesquely emotionally-draining and some of the roughest I’ve had in a very long time. My usually robust ego was reduced to that of a fragile china teacup. The harsh winds (and words) of reality are tough to face but painfully necessary at times. I’d been disappointed that I hadn’t been able to properly channel my recent passionate pursuits to those I’d previously fallen out of favor with. To be totally honest, I wanted to go back in time for a bit. I wanted to rediscover those relationships that I thought hadn’t reached their full potential. Those I wondered about, aren’t all the usual suspects either. These were the ones I didn’t want to admit I missed until this very day. I’d secretly hoped that my next passionate affair would be with someone I’d already known in the ‘biblical’ sense. Admittedly, I hadn’t really invested much time or effort in those past passion partners recently but that didn’t mean that I wouldn’t have (eventually). I suppose my new philosophy and approach to the realm of romance had been based mostly on laziness. The thought of embarking on a new romantic adventure without knowing the outcome, was emotionally daunting and a little intimidating…even for me.  Learning about someone new seemed like too much work. Sometimes, it seems easier to go with what you know (or what you think you know). However, it isn’t long before you’re reminded why the partnership didn’t work in the first place. Relationships shouldn’t be hard work. To me, the person worth sticking around for is someone I want to be around, someone I think about when they aren’t with me. I want someone good-natured, fun, positive, loving, appreciative and easy to love. ♥ Basically, someone like me. I’d temporarily forgotten that I hadn’t crossed paths with many that possessed those attributes. And that, more than not being able to rekindle any type of fling with any one specific individual, was a much more heartbreaking fact to face. Last week, I moped a lot, cried a little and eventually pulled myself up by my bootstraps (with the help of my wonderful sister). After a rough few days last week, I made myself go out on the town, even though I didn’t really feel like it at first. When I was out, there were those that could see a sadness in my eyes that I couldn’t conceal, no matter how hard I tried. Sad or not, I had to do my best to put aside what I couldn’t change and change what I could. My game plan was to dump disappointment to focus on fun and friends. It wasn’t long before enthusiastic optimism kicked disillusioned disappointment’s raggedy azz! The old fake it till you make it’ approach seemed to do wonders for my fragile emotional state. After letting go of my sadness, I’d just about forgotten those horrible days from last week. It was almost like those days never even happened after being around great people that love and appreciate me just as I am-as flawed as I may be. Thankfully, in short order, I was also able to accept that my future is in front of me, not behind me…no matter how scary that prospect is. My next great love is quite possibly someone I’ve never had lip-to-lip contact with before?  Scary!  Intriguing! Exciting! Going out last Saturday and Sunday night helped me forget the few hurtful days of last week and focus on what’s in front of me; The Ambiguous Unknown.  Interestingly, this morning I read my love horoscope for today and it read; “Things have changed since you and the ex split up. He or she has established new relationships and flirtations with others who don't come with the baggage. This puts you definitely lower on the totem pole. So if you're thinking about rekindling this romance, don't.” Ouch.  But who wants to be low on the totem pole? Definitely not me! Those few words were that last little push I needed to go in a different direction. Those few words were the sign I’d been waiting for but afraid to read. Whether today’s horoscope actually applies to my particular situation or not, my path seems a little clearer now than it did last week. I’m not the prettiest or the ‘finest’ and I’m nowhere near perfect but I am perfect for someone. I’ve always known my oddities aren’t necessarily negative, just a little hard to be understood by the masses. I’ve also always known that I don’t have to be understood to be appreciatedEach day this week, I’ve gained more mental momentum and the true elasticity of my self-esteem was revealed. A solid sense of self-confidence has returned and put me back in control of my own destiny. I control my own future, I’m not giving that power away to anyone else. That would be just plain stupid and I’d like to think that I’m far from stupid. So after all that heartache last week, my robust ego was reestablished when I realized that those that don’t appreciate my uniqueness, aren’t reflections of my shortcomings but their own. How’s that for the return of sweeping self-assurance? All the nonbelievers can stick their doubts where the sun don’t shine. 




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