So last night, after making some dinner, one of my friends stopped by. She laid on my couch stretched out, I at my table with a fresh drink, hands on my head.
As usual, we were talking about relationships.
I said I was tired.
I said I thought I was healed from my broken engagement which basically happened two years ago. I wondered what was wrong with me? Wasn’t I better? Why isn’t anyone I’m seeing/interacting with simply good enough?
What else do I have to do.
When my friend kindly suggested that I “work on myself” that’s when I lost it. And I started to cry.
“Work on myself? That’s what I’ve been doing for the last two years! In fact, I’m tired of myself. I’m with myself all day long, all night. I’m sick of working on myself. I’ve been praying and fasting and working out and trying to launch businesses or finding classes, or looking for volunteer opportunities. I’M TIRED OF WORKING ON MYSELF.”
I even told her that I hated to admit that I’d become one of those women fixated on finding the one. I confessed that it consumed my thoughts day and night, turning me into what I didn’t want to be.
One of those chicks.
My homie thumbed through my bookshelf, made me throw out an old bridal magazine I ran to buy a week after I got engaged– I promptly threw it in the trash– and then she handed me “Oh, The Places You’ll Go,” by Dr. Seuss.
She said I had to read it aloud.
When I got to certain parts, with the fervor of an old church deacon, she’d tell me to read it again.
The book was given to me as a gift from my aunt and uncle when I graduated from college. The words are real and inspirational and Dr. Seuss was indeed a genius and gifted.
It was a reminder that life is tough and that feeling lost and defeated does happen. But we have to keep going.
I am putting a lot of pressure on myself and on the men I’m dating. I need a break.
I need to not take it all so seriously and I know that’s easier said than done.
Another friend pointed out that I am not my best self right now and that’s why I’m not attracting what it is that I want.
At the Essence Fest, I had the pleasure of sitting in a packed conference hall to watch life coach, Iyanla Van Zant share her words of wisdom. She kept saying over and over that our lives is a series of constant correction.
So whether we want to or not, as long as we breathe there’s something to fix, to make better. That concept resonated with me because it’s one of the cornerstones of my tee-shirt brand, the concept of correction and self-improvement.
Last night, I was rejecting that out loud. Does that make me a hypocrite?
No, it makes me human.
Iyanla also kept repeating the words, “Do the work.” “Do the work.”
Can we have a night where we breakdown? Can we have a day where we cry?
But we’ve got to find the strength to get up, face another day and do the work.
The work doesn’t have to be monumental. It’s doing what you can that particular day.
My first act of doing the work has been to seriously look up programs at my community college to take in the fall.
The next is thinking of an action plan for my job. My goals, what I’d like to try and what I’d like to take on.
Getting back to my tee-shirt business and officially launching the site.
I’ll keep it light with the guys I meet online.
The first order of business, which I just did, was let the guy I went out with Friday know that I’m not interested. I did it by text. I’m a jerk. But I want to be done with it. He tried calling me a few times over the weekend. And sent a text today.
I’m sure he’s upset. But I don’t know what else to do. I can’t go on like this.
The inspiration from today’s post is an old joint from Mariah Carey.