Feelings, Self-love 2018, Slice of life, Writing

Reclamation Manifesto

2017 was a year of growth. It was the punch in the gut, blow in the head that I needed to come to my senses in certain aspects of my life. While it was painful to endure what I have been through last year (safe to say it was not a good year for me), I feel fortunate that, in a way, I was able to learn so much. Once again, I believe in the adage that you really do have to wade through a storm to see a rainbow, and after that you have to journey to the end of the rainbow to get a pot of gold. I may or may not have made up the last part in an attempt to create a metaphor.

Because it has only been almost 24 hours since 2017, I am still, and will probably, for quite awhile, recovering from the wounds it left. I am, however, genuinely grateful, for the first time in my life, actually, to be alive on the first day of the year. I am grateful that I am given the chance to redeem myself. Thus, the main theme for 2018, for me personally, at least, is SELF-LOVE.

How?

  1. By knowing my worth, and sticking to it.
  2. Accepting the things I cannot control (like the weather, unless you are a conspiracy theorist and you believe that global warming is a farce concocted by a shady country’s government).
  3. Being considerate of other people’s opinions, but ultimately making up my own mind after careful discernment, weighing the pros and cons, No impulse, follow-your-heart-and-your-loins decisions.
  4. Being more grateful for the little things, no matter how simple (for this, I plan to create a ‘Grateful Bank’ from an old piggy bank, wherein I will, at the end of every day, no matter how bad, write down all the nouns that made the day less shitty).
  5. Accepting my body shape enough to want to take care of it— not to conform to beauty standards, but to be healthy
  6. Not being too critical about myself and focusing on developing my positive aspects.
  7. Cutting ties with people who bring nothing but toxicity in my life. The only toxicity I will accept is work, school, or Britney-related.
  8.  Not accepting affection I know I don’t deserve in the hopes that the other person will see the light.
  9. Being more assertive.
  10. Keeping a mood tracker to document when darkness my old friend decides to pay me a visit. There should be a pattern; and once I discover it, I will know how to deal with it.

BONUS: Being more diligent in chronicling this self-love journey through this blog. It is always fun to look back on previous blogs to see how different I was and how much I’ve grown. I hope I am able to document my 2018 eloquently and efficiently through words and insightful entries. Social media has spoiled me by allowing me to express myself in (mainly shitty filtered) photos and 280-character announcements, which is all trumped by the nostalgic butterflies you get from reading blog entries.

Wish me luck.

 

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Feelings, Slice of life

Road to Redemption

Published August 4, 2017 in Thought Catalog as: When They Hurt You But You Should Have Been Better

Owning up to making mistakes is not easy to do, especially if one is used to following the rules and doing the right thing.

I think, however, that admitting your mistake and trying to make amends (if you can), is one of the first things you can do to heal your troubled soul.

I turned into someone I am not very proud of these past few days. While it is true that it takes two to tango, I would still like to blame myself for bringing this upon me, and for not stopping when my mind suddenly went into dangerous territory: infatuation.

Don’t get me wrong: I’ve been infatuated before, but certainly not to this degree. I suddenly found myself acting like someone I would have told to “grow a spine” (but in a nice way, of course). I was addicted to being affirmed. Perhaps I was a) feeling lonely after suddenly having too much free time (I am on summer break from school), and b) trying to recreate the love story I always imagined I would have. B was completely unfair to him. He was a real human being. No matter how badly he treated me, I should have been the better and wiser person.

But I wasn’t. Like an addict going through stages of withdrawal, I exhausted all means to get a fix, once this blew all over me. I felt helpless without his admittedly scarce texts, and his phone calls devoid of any emotional affection. Still, I didn’t care. I wanted to feel that ‘high’ again, even though I knew this was detrimental to my psyche. Hell, even he knew my attachment to him was unhealthy. He should have cut ties with me early on, but I guess he kept me around for the ego boost, and because I put up with his distant behavior.

This is something I would rather keep to myself to maintain my squeaky clean image of being a sensible, level-headed woman, but I have since realized that even the most intelligent people can become susceptible to acting irrationally. It is useless to try and cover this up; the best way is to own up to it, learn from it, move forward, and avoid making the same mistake again. That is precisely what I am trying to do as I type this entry. If I could, I would reach out and apologize to him, but sometimes, we get no closure. Besides, I have no means of reaching out to him without seeming stalker-ish, and I am not going down that road again. And anyway, no amount of apology can also undo or lessen his negative feelings (which are valid and I completely emphathize with) towards me.

So now I am trying to spin this incredibly embarrassing blunder into something that will help me grow as a person, by listing my realizations:

1. Admitting one’s mistake is difficult, but shows emotional maturity. I behaved immaturely, and this is the first step towards becoming a more mature individual.

2. My self-worth should not heavily rely on someone else. I’m happy I was able to re-evaluate how I perceive myself, why I have developed this perception of myself, and how I can improve.

3. It is unfair to project your fantasies on the person you are seeing, and get heavily upset when he does not meet your expectations.

4. Do not ignore red flags just because he said the right things. Actions speak louder than words.

5. Before plunging into the chaotic chasm we like to call ‘romantic love’, we have to make sure we are whole, so the other person does not become a piece of the puzzle we desperately need (more often than not, the puzzle piece doesn’t fit).

I will still have my bad days, and will grieve about this failed pseudo-relationship, but I will try my very best to emerge from this a stronger, better, wiser, and kinder human being.

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