I am trying to figure out what would make me happy; or really, waiting for someone to come make me happy. Five days in and I see that it’s just me and the cat. What am I waiting for? I still need to figure out what I want out of this life. If we are being honest, I just want to be needed by someone else. For years, I was # 50 on the long list of friends to my Best Friend. I managed to reach her top 5, after a lot of mutual compromising. I don’t think I ever made it past spot # 5 though, and maybe that’s why I walked away. Walking away is probably the only thing I did… I have to finally let it go.
I am really good at motivationally hyping myself up. I can talk a great game. And I am still just talking. I don’t think there is anything so wrong with that anymore. I am focusing so much on who I don’t want to be anymore rather than who I am. I am really good at a lot of things. They aren’t the normal things. I can’t say I’d actually enjoy a walk along a beach unless it was a full moon and I was barefoot. Or I am not a camper/ hiker, unless I can bring all my bedding and sing made up songs about nature. I read somewhere a while ago that the people who are unhappy are they ones with high expectations. I have so many expectations; about time and demeanor. Maybe it’s time to finally let go.
My first love teased me all the time. He said that I cared too much about what others thought. I was always getting embarrassed in public… A song would come on the radio and he would just start dancing all weird in front of strangers. I was horrified. And of course, he made me dance too. I had so much fun. It was the first time I remember really enjoying my life. He really changed how I saw the world. It’s funny to think back on all the things I learned from him. Funny because I am finally my worse night mare and honestly, it’s not as scary as I thought it would be. It’s strange how your perspective can be altered when you hear the same negative words day in and day out. My mom told me I was fat almost every day of my life. He… would laugh at me. Tell me that I was silly for even thinking I could be fat. Then he made a rule, every time I said I was fat, he would moo. He did it too. I didn’t actually start getting fat until he was long gone. Now I am officially fat and really, I am glad. All those years mom and I am finally what you saw. At least I don’t care what she thinks anymore.
I didn’t understand him back then. But I think I can now. I am really set on this whole, someone to find me and to make me happy. I just don’t know how to make myself happy. I say it all the time, I do things for my friends, co-workers and family that I wouldn’t do for myself. A lot of the advice I give to others, I could use it for myself. After all these years and the many blog posts I have created and I still can’t hear my own voice. Amazing how I can be so narcissistic. That’s me. I have bad sides. The key word there is sides, as in more than one. I can’t change everything about me, because I am who I am. But I can strive to add sides to me that outweigh the negative. Rather than changing, let’s just make room for more.
Let’s face it, no one takes change with out a little heart break. I am tired of heart break. Can we get some tape over here? I am ready to move on. If I do what makes me happy, like minded people will surround me and I am sure I can find people who are there sharing moments rather than creating my moments for me. I need to create my own life. No one is creating it for me. This means, making decisions on my own, and dealing with the consequences. No more phone calls to family demanding they make the right decision for me so that I don’t ruin my life. Like a phoenix, I will rise up from the ashes and try again. Because that is what being an adult is all about.
I am still going to need my Pandora box - there is no ripping off this band aide quickly. But slowly, I think I can open that box and let the emotions settle so I can deal with them like my sister has. I have a feeling this box has been leaking anyways. I thought I created this box when a man hurt me a few years ago. But thinking about the repressed memories I have seen in the past few months… I think I made this box a really long time ago. I am ready to deal with my past so I can have a future. I am so proud of my little sister, being a wife and a mother. Still remaining positive even though she remembers our child hood and I can barely remember what I ate, last night. I no longer want to be like her (Even if she is fabulous and yes, finally prettier than me). I want to be like me. However I am going to be. I always say that I can’t wait to use my genie wishes. I have a list. But at the end of the day, most of that list is on me. I could do it if only I would. Joie, don’t change. One day I hope you will be proud of me. Even if I have to wait ‘till my death bed to hear it, I hope to hear you say it. HOPE.
