I have typed and erased this opening sentence five times. I
don’t know how to start this one. I have way too many things bouncing around in
my head and a very sensitive heart at the moment. Nothing is clear and free
flowing. Everything is jumbled, blurry, emotional, frustrating.
I came across
the quote pictured here on the right on Facebook yesterday. It is a concept we all know but
forget often. I let interactions with others and failed expectations dictate my
emotional state. I forget to show myself love for who I am and respect to not let people treat me poorly. I turn a blind eye to things and
make excuses for people who do not give me the time and attention I deserve.
Life is so transitional for me these days and the constant
work on my outlook, insecurities, fears, history, situations and relationships
is difficult and exhausting. I am unsettled and unbalanced, but I am not
stagnant. I am working at finding happiness, not letting my anxiety become a permanent
excuse and disability. I am struggling, over emotional, worried, and at times
pessimistic, but I am really trying to pull myself out of it all and gain a
stronger, healthier and positive perspective. I want to be better. I want to be
loved and get the attention I really deserve. I want to be able to love back.
After a very hurtful and upsetting afternoon yesterday, I
was left exhausted and contemplative. I thought about what I really deserve. I deserve
love. True, non-judgmental, unanticipated love that is natural and not
something I have to fight for. Straight from the heart, without question, loyal
and compassionate with only the best intentions. I deserve respect, shown in
ways of caring about the struggles I am facing, support throughout a process, faith
that I will make a good choice, and trust that I will not hurt or let you down.
I also deserve companionship. True companionship can only blossom out of strong
communication. Companionship is more than just having fun with another person.
It is anticipation of someone’s needs without them having to ask for something.
It is being by their side when they get an award, go to an event, take a leap
that scares the fuck out of them or a million other things that take place in
their life that involves change or growth. It is calling them in the morning to
tell them you miss their voice, or saying good night because you want to show
you care. It is making time for them because you want to and because you want
to make them aware that you are there. Companionship is more than just laughter
and joking around. It is deeper than that.
What do you deserve?
What do you deserve?
This past weekend someone asked me what my five year plan
was. The question has really left me upset. Partly because knowing everything
going on in my life and all the pain and transition I am working though, the
question shouldn’t have been asked. But mostly because right now I am trying to
make it one day at a time. I am starting over and working through a lot of change
and I am trying to focus on the light very far off in the distance. I am
working towards trusting and loving again and being more definite about what I
want. I am working on family issues and anxieties that I do not want to dictate
my life. I thought I had a five year plan five years ago, which did not include
being divorced by 32, starting over financially, living in a tiny apartment and
childless with practically no family. This was NOT my five year plan and just
goes to show that making those types of plans isn’t worth anything.
We never know where we will be. We never know who we will meet
and who we will fall in love with or who we will wish would love us back. We
never know what friendships will fizzle out or stand the test of time. We have
no way of knowing any of it. I hate the unknown, but not knowing any of this is
out of my control. I am going to love hard, live hard, trust and be trusted,
keeping those in my life who are truly deserving and living a positive and
happy life. Life lesson for this week is love and respect yourself the way you
want others to treat you.
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