I have lived a crazy life.
I don’t have tales of great love
I haven’t experienced much of the lighter side of life.
I don’t have stories of all the places in the world that I have traveled.
But I have run through the darkened depths of despair that is the streets of addiction and I have survived.
I can share stories of the insane lifestyle that is drug addiction.
I can share stories of my struggles of getting clean.
I can tell tales of the inept social welfare system.
I can share about the misfortunes of life that have helped form, shape and mold me into the woman I am today.
I can share of the courage it takes to be exactly who I am.
Of all the situations and circumstances I have walked upon and through in this path of my life, the common thread of experience that runs through them all is the struggle I encounter with allowing myself to be exactly who I am.
With no explanations.
Every time I think I have come to some level of acceptance of who I am…I discover that there is always more to be revealed in relation to the continued process of me becoming more.
So many of you know that as of late I have met a “boy”. I wasn’t looking for someone and in fact I was pretty darn comfortable in my own life without anyone. For the first time in my entire life I was being true to myself, working towards a life for myself, taking the necessary steps to build a life for me by me.
Then love shows up with mental flowers.
Suddenly I am distracted….
Can’t find the inspiration to write.
My thoughts are occupied with him……
I’m wondering if he’s gonna call, should I call him, what if I’m just a rebound, what if I fall for him, what happens if he decides he doesn’t like me, do I want to really put myself out there, I wonder what he is doing right now, is he gonna be a cheat, is he a liar, is he full of shit, am I full of shit, do I really like this guy, am I just kidding myself, maybe I’m just thinking I like him, how come I feel scared, I wanna run away, maybe I should call my ex-boyfriend just to say hello, does he really like me, I wonder if he’s home yet, should I answer my phone if he calls, should I play hard to get, is he playing hard to get, should I be honest with my feelings, should I just play it cool…….
My mind had become flooded with the bad experiences of my past boyfriends wrestling with my hopes of a present a future free from their past negative influence. In the end all that was occurring in my mind was simply a methods of distraction that was creating a knot of frustration in my gut.
A knot that was choking the life out of me….and cutting me off from my sense of self.
The knot of fear that tells me I am not okay.
The knot of fear that tells me I am not good enough.
the knot of fear that tells me I am not worthy
The knot of fear that tells me I don’t deserve love.
I say “Fuck that”
I have allowed my mismanaged emotions to dictate my behavior for years. It never brought me closer to me, my dreams, the life I wanted. All they did was keep me locked up inside my mind…..afraid, lost and lonely.
So what if I fall deeply madly in love with this person and he doesn’t feel the same.
So what if I put myself out there and get rejected.
So WHAT……..
I would rather be me and know that I did my best to show up for life and the opportunities it presented to me then to wander in the regrets of “What if” for the rest of my life. I would rather relish in the comfort and strength of knowing that no matter what happens in this life…..
…..I had the courage to be me.
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