Thank you to everyone who reached out for my birthday. Made gyros at home and got some surprise prezies. Here’s to more shenanigans this year. #birthdaygirl #gyros #baklava #panbi #wp
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I need to talk to him. I’ve been so close to picking up my phone and texting, but then I remember that voice in my head that tells me, after you’ve accomplished your goals. I need to use this urgency as a motivator. I’m disconnecting from him not because I can’t stand him but because I can’t stand myself. I get the urge to connect with him to excuse myself from getting anything accomplished. I’ve got to stop that. I need to use the time that I’m not talking to him to accomplish my goals. It’s hard to unlearn the urge to want to instantly connect with someone you care about. Someone who makes you smile. (so thankful I still have a photo to reflect back to). I’m trying to build a new habit of not to connect with him so that I can eventually connect with him to summarize all of my accomplishments. I can do this. It’s not going to be easy, but life isn’t easy and I sure as hell am not a quitter. I’m going to accomplish this. I can and I will. It’s urgent that I do.
After getting a couple of hours of sleep in and looking at the emotion wheel, the following is what I’m feeling in no particular order.
- put away
The little positivity I have within me is serene, cool, and collected. I found a new group to fit into and lifted two others during the day. I’d say that’s a win. I’m hoping the colorful water beads will make a difference in my mood, as well as getting rid of the pile of papers I have on my desk. Baby steps. Next up, trying to hone in on job titles, then Linkedin headline and summary, then resume, then job search, then interviews, then the big move. oh, and somewhere in between, reading books, working on side project, watching shows, and feeling accomplished and ready to take on year 35.
What I like. These are my kind of people. #wp
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Do you love apps like OneTab and the bookmarks feature? Do you suffer from fear of forgetting the ‘amazing’ site/tool/link/resource you once found and continuously save [categorized in folders, of course] into the abyss of the bookmark manager?
I use chrome extensions like Tab Count to monitor my excessive tab opening (I’ve had 96 tabs open once) and Bookmarks Clean Up to reflect on my behavior. According to the latter app, I currently have 697 bookmarks. 697. In my defense, my bookmarking started way back in the day when I was still in college, roughly 12 years ago. I’m not saying that’s not cray cray though, because it is.
It’s crazy because if you know me, I’d probably be able to find this ‘amazing’ bookmarked site again if I searched for it. I may even find something far better. So why save all of these bookmarks?!
I’ve come to a realization that my mind can only take in one site at a time. It’s simple to accumulate multiple open tabs in one setting, but I’m no robot, and I can’t scan through all those tabs at any given time. I’m making an effort to be productive and clean up my act.
Simplicity makes you see things you haven’t seen before. I suggest you try it some time. or at least pause and see how many bookmarks you currently have saved. You might learn a thing or two about yourself.
Lessons learned from @creativelive with @garyjohnbishop Finding the joy in doing #dayone #unfuckyourself #actaccordingly #interruptthedrift #getsomeaction #justdoit #wp
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Didn’t get much sleep which is no surprise. My mind tried to make sense of my reality while I was simply trying to dream. I failed miserably.
As I recall last night’s behavior of unfollowing certain Instagram accounts, I came to a realization that I may have lived in an illusion, and not something sustainable.
Maybe it was a high and I was close to overdosing from too much “multidimensional perfectionism.” It’s a term I just read about this morning explaining how we millennials seek therapy more often than other generations simply because we crash at the thought of falling short of our high expectations.
I can agree to that notion, where I think I was too focused on how to perfect this thought of us and everything that embodies that as a couple. But now that that’s gone, I’m in withdrawal mode.
I mentioned yesterday that he and I both need to fill our cups. I need to start with filling my void. A void that I tried to have him fill, but it wasn’t his to fill in the first place.
I’ve got a long journey ahead. Lots of reading, reflection, and then sharing.
All this time, I wanted to create a space where I can share what I learned and get his insights, wisdom, and reactions. Little did I know, I had the medium to do it all along.
It’s nice to step back and see the void. Let’s see what comes of it and see where I’ll be when I do fill that void.
You ready for the journey? Glad you are, but I need to get some sleep first.
Ooof. Today was tough. Breakups suck. I better get writing before tears start overflowing. again.
Before today happened, I told myself I’d write out what’s been circling my mind these last four days. Someone asked me “what do you want from me?” and it really got me thinking. Not only what I wanted from him alone, but any guy, really. My mind also went from — what’s the line between being a friend, and a significant other (SO) — and why do we call it SO? Shouldn’t we be significant in all of our relationships?
If you know me well enough, I googled. I can’t recall what I used for keywords, but it did lead me to the P.S. I love You section on Medium: https://psiloveyou.xyz/. I kid you not, I read about 50 posts, mainly by https://psiloveyou.xyz/@bonniebarton and one other author, https://psiloveyou.xyz/@LeonaLoveQuest. I had an ah-ha moment when I read @LeonaLoveQuest’s post on her use of ‘hope’ instead of ‘want.’
She writes, “I find that “hope” is exceedingly more useful than “want” because no matter how much I may want from a relationship, I will only ever receive as much as the other person is ready or willing to give…With hope and a little imagination I gain the freedom to shape my expectations into an infinite number of possibilities.” I wanted to share the ones that I deem to be my hope as well, and then add on to the list.
- “I hope that we become best friends.
- I hope when he meets my friends I begin to suspect they might like him a little more than me.
- I hope his friends feel the same way about me.
- I hope the words “I love you” make him feel less like he’s giving up his freedom and more like he’s liberating his soul.
- I hope that when we plan a vacation, we set aside one day to make no plans at all.
- I hope amid the hustle-bustle and family gatherings around the holidays we find some time to be alone.
- I hope we spend less time counting our money and more time counting our blessings.
- I hope he understands that for most of the winter, I will be bundled up.
- I hope we’re amazed by how far we made it without having known each other.
- I hope our mad, passionate love settles into an unbreakable bond of trust, honesty and respect.
- I hope we are able to lean on each other when we struggle to stand on our own.
- I hope when faced with difficult choices we remember to keep our promises and lose our fears.
- I hope when we argue neither of us says anything so hurtful we can never take it back.
- I hope that if we ever start to grow apart, we fight hard to come back together instead of turning away to someone else.
- I hope as we grow old, he continues to be my greatest hero and my strongest ally.
- I hope we decide for better or for worse, life is still better together than it could ever be apart.” [For actual list, visit: https://psiloveyou.xyz/what-do-you-want-in-a-relationship-b0f24c9e1c7e]
- I hope I’m leaving him better off than when I met/started to talk to him.
- I hope we can always be authentic and genuinely honest — to say what we mean, and mean what we say — despite the fact that it might hurt the other.
- I hope he shows that he cares — ask me how I’m doing, ask what I had for lunch, ask what I’m wearing — the small inquiries go a long way.
- I hope he continues to flirt with me, and make me feel like I’m still worth pursuing.
- I hope he knows that I wish him happiness even if that means I’m not a part of it.
- I hope he remembers me as the one with creative cooking ideas at 2AM –Chopped style — and not as the one that hurt his feelings.
Last but not least, I hope I can meet him when we’re both at a better place in our lives, ‘cuz let’s face it, it’s hard to pour from an empty cup. I’m a huge believer of ‘timing of life’ and things happening for a reason. I have a hunch that this is simply a pause, but if not, I’m glad I was able to finish what I said I would, and with a smile on my face.
*I’m grateful for his honesty, strength, vulnerability, flirts, and smiles. Here’s to hoping he gets his much deserved rest, decision-making, and self-confidence. Take it one at a time, and you’ll go far.*
Got to attend a vision board workshop today hosted by @sashbag and Vanessa which inspired me to finally create one. Learned another word: “isiko” pronounced ee seeko, is the zulu word for culture/art/tradition and added it to my board. It shouldn’t come as a surprise as to why if you know me. Thanks ladies for showing me another brand to follow.
Exactly a week ago, I messaged one of my great friends and shared what I’m about to share here. It’s been a week and the same feeling still lingers, so here is my “I called it” moment.
There’s always been a part of me that didn’t want to express my happiness just in case it didn’t work out. But somehow, this time around is very different, in that, I feel like I am ready to call it out. I want to prove to myself that I called it before it happened.
What has changed? Am I simply willing to risk something out in the open? or is it more that I trust myself to know that it will turn out the way I know and hope it will and I’m okay with that?
My friend said “that you are changing patterns and accepting the possibility of happiness. A bit of both, but also not being afraid to allow yourself to be happy in the possibilities and a willingness to be more open in general to world.”
It’s the first time I’ve felt alignment in a long time. I longed for this. Someone ready to give. Someone who has given me a lot already. This feeling of flow and groundedness. The IS. Like there’s things that I’m naturally letting go to fit someone in, and it’s a natural process without much thinking. It’s a connection built on feeling, an energy. It’s hard to express with words, but it is very sensory driven. I can feel the energy permeate through the phone call. The grin, the smile, the rolling eyes, the surprising warmth, the smirk, the inner child, the dirty mind, the honest, the vulnerable, and the transparent.
I know it’s genuine because I find my friends in this person. My posse, my tribe, my culture. “The look,” the grin, the non verbal facial expressions. Somehow there’s already a cultural understanding — and that’s huge for me. Someone who gets me (scary thought huh?) and someone who isn’t afraid to call it out. To act accordingly. It’s admirable, and so encouraging.
My friend called my energy giddy, but that this is good and real. It really is, and I’m looking to explore where it takes me next.