I started this Four Years ago and finished in the year of 2017.
You want me to tell the
truth? Really get down to it? It might not be something you want to hear. In fact I know it wont. This life is hard, annoying and a pain in the
ass. Even when you choose to see the
bright side you still get knocked down.
By hiding away my feelings for what seems like an eternity finally just
realized I have to shut a door I thought I had closed. There is no choice. I did what I had to do awhile ago not for me
but for someone else and now here I am still feeling the way I did back then
now.
I very much wish my life was
like a movie with a kickass soundtrack.
There would be second chances and broken hearts would fade quicker than
years. No one would have hangovers
unless you are in the movie The Hangover.
But, seriously if you were really hungover good luck getting even a
third of the crap done that they did. Ok….
sorry back to my point. If our lives
were like movies you could see the resolution to a problem down the road. People would be with who they are supposed
to. People would have more courage to
make romantic or grand gestures. They
would say the crap they are supposed to.
That must be heard or your heart will stop beating. You know in reality there
is a fear of proclaiming your feelings and not getting the outcome you imagined.
Sometimes it’s ok to remain
silent especially if you don’t have the right words. But, there usually is that window of
opportunity to let it all out. Like (for
lack of a better example) in the movie My Best Friends Wedding. Julia Roberts character is on the boat with
the guy she is in love with. She has the
perfect moment to tell him and from fear she clams up and the moment is lost
forever. I feel like my life has been an
endless silence of lost moments. I have
always been terrified to discuss my fears and loves and what makes me who I am.
For some reason (that I have finally gotten to the bottom of) I came up with
this idea that expressing how things made me feel made me appear
vulnerable. So, I built walls up. Big thick walls that many people tried so
hard to break down. If you don’t feel
you can never get hurt. Well that gets someone really far. You are perceived as cold or heartless when
in fact you care so deeply. I want people to feel loved on a daily basis. To never think they are undeserving of
love. Why should I be any different?
Don’t get me wrong I am very tough ok but that doesn’t mean I have no
feelings. It’s just that I hid them away
and said oh it’s just me being afraid of commitment. What does that even mean? I have commitments everyday and I am not
afraid of those. I have a dog, a job,
friends and a very busy schedule. For
someone who is apparently a commitment phobe I have a lot of them. What am I really afraid of? That I will meet the wrong man or the right
one? I am good alone and I like it. I was ready before sorta. But, now that a door that apparently I kept
open has now closed I have nothing holding me back. So, what if I fail? It’s ok at least I gave it a shot and probably
had some good laughs. I have always
learned from my mistakes and they make for great stories over a glass of wine.
My whole life I have refused
to give up on a dream or a goal. I would
always wait for this moment when time would stop and everything would fall into
place. A killer song would play and all
the heartache, discipline, blood, sweat and tears would all be worth it. I mean
I have always imagined my life as a movie. I need to make it a good one at least!!
One I would want to watch. SIDEBAR: For those of you who don’t know what kind of
girl I am I enjoy horror movies and suspense thrillers and action movies. So yeah, I guess I wouldn’t really want my
life to be like Halloween or Die Hard. But, something so much cooler with less
killing.
If one of my best friends can
make it through a terrible breakup and not far after even say how excited she
is to find a man who will not take her love and time for granted I can get
through this. She is someone who got her
heart shattered and her optimism is so beautiful it gives me hope for my own
love life.
Apparently, I wrote this at
least four years ago. I was at that point
of what I thought was a mess. Oh,
darling if only you knew then what I know now you weren’t even ready to begin
going down that rabbit hole. The rabbit
hole being the blog about “the secret of life.”
It’s funny how we can go back and read things and realize hmm ok she is
rather smart. Not to suggest otherwise
of myself however, I just don’t give myself enough credit it seems.
So, let’s go ahead and cut to
about four years, later shall we? How is
my life now? Did I take my own advice
and allow myself to feel? Do you the
reader really care? If you answered no
to any of these questions I guess you should stop reading. My friend found a man that she fell in love
with and married. They are a wonderful
couple and very happy. I decided after
going through some stuff it is time to listen to my own advice. Maybe there is something out in the world
that isn’t going to shatter my soul or heart.
Maybe I would find that one decent man I have been searching for my
entire life. Well, what a Big Dumb Idiot
I was to search. So, I gave up. I started working on myself. I started to
have fun and be comfortable being me.
That was my whole problem with dating in the first place. I got quiet and would push people away. OHH I might actually like you yeah I’m gonna
go. Works for me. If you
don’t love yourself how do you expect someone to love you? What a freaking
concept. Bring on the soul searching I
said. I looked into my greatest fears and faced them head on. Then when I wasn’t looking for anyone someone
came about. Sometimes the thing you have been searching for has literally been
next to you the whole time. It’s the person
who has seen you at your worst and never judged you and the person who has seen
you at your best and celebrated with you.
It is the one you are yourself around and they are themselves too. That is the best kind of relationship. Commitment phobe no more I say with a
smile. Bring it on Life! I got this.
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