"I see all my experiences (especially mistakes and missteps!) as informing who and where I am. I try not to subscribe to regrets and definitely don't dwell on the past."
People come to you with their troubles, asking you for favors, and in an effort for you to continue being a good person, you continue to say "yes." Without realizing it, each time you agree to something, you pour a little (or a lot) of yourself out into that person or project. In my opinion, the only way to combat this habit of saying yes is to understand that keeping yourself available doesn’t make you a good person. And, saying no doesn’t make you a bad person.
Picture it: Washington, D.C; the year 2011 (In my Sophia Petrillo voice). I’m lying in bed, wide awake in my home, and in the midst of a self-sponsored pity party. Y'all, this party was hella lit: The bar was fully-stocked with (negative) spirits; my (low) self-esteem was leading the electric slide; and my victim mentality was somewhere in the corner doing the bankhead bounce. Included on the food menu was a list of painful memories rooted in various toxic relationships (romantic and platonic) I had partaken in over the years. With the party going full blast, it suddenly hit me: I was the common denominator in all this misfortune. I was instantly humbled, and mortified. However, I was also somewhat relieved, because this also implied there was a way out of this madness. It was at this point that my healing journey began, which ultimately led me to reconcile within myself the relationship with my father. Here’s my story.
"I am ready, what exactly does that mean? It means I am ready for everything happening, the good, the bad, everything! I strongly believe that there are some AMAZING things coming in the near future and I can’t wait to see those things manifest!"
When the endless applications and cover letters yielded no results, it felt like a personal failure. I was stripped of the formulaic success granted by an education system that rewards standardized learning and eager-to-please students. Graduation meant coming to terms with my identity outside of this padded structure, but that realization has been intensified by the instability of the past few months.
"I see all my experiences (especially mistakes and missteps!) as informing who and where I am. I try not to subscribe to regrets and definitely don't dwell on the past."
People come to you with their troubles, asking you for favors, and in an effort for you to continue being a good person, you continue to say "yes." Without realizing it, each time you agree to something, you pour a little (or a lot) of yourself out into that person or project. In my opinion, the only way to combat this habit of saying yes is to understand that keeping yourself available doesn’t make you a good person. And, saying no doesn’t make you a bad person.
Picture it: Washington, D.C; the year 2011 (In my Sophia Petrillo voice). I’m lying in bed, wide awake in my home, and in the midst of a self-sponsored pity party. Y'all, this party was hella lit: The bar was fully-stocked with (negative) spirits; my (low) self-esteem was leading the electric slide; and my victim mentality was somewhere in the corner doing the bankhead bounce. Included on the food menu was a list of painful memories rooted in various toxic relationships (romantic and platonic) I had partaken in over the years. With the party going full blast, it suddenly hit me: I was the common denominator in all this misfortune. I was instantly humbled, and mortified. However, I was also somewhat relieved, because this also implied there was a way out of this madness. It was at this point that my healing journey began, which ultimately led me to reconcile within myself the relationship with my father. Here’s my story.
"I am ready, what exactly does that mean? It means I am ready for everything happening, the good, the bad, everything! I strongly believe that there are some AMAZING things coming in the near future and I can’t wait to see those things manifest!"
When the endless applications and cover letters yielded no results, it felt like a personal failure. I was stripped of the formulaic success granted by an education system that rewards standardized learning and eager-to-please students. Graduation meant coming to terms with my identity outside of this padded structure, but that realization has been intensified by the instability of the past few months.