I’m Back

So it’s been a while and boy have things changed since my last post. I wanted to do this cool thing where I told you about the changes before they happened but spilled milk, right?

Anyway, my life has changed a lot. These changes clicked this weird switch I have. It’s kind of a coping mechanism, I think. When things change drastically, I go into hermit mode.
For starters, I moved to Korea – South Korea, obviously. Not because of the Donald, but the timing is pretty impeccable. I moved to Korea because my husband is stationed here. I thought that once I was settled into my new apartment, I would be able to come out of my shell and write a post but then we got a puppy.

I’m not a dog, cat, or pet-person. It’s due to my all-or-nothing disposition. If I’m to have a dog, it will be trained goddammit. So, as you might imagine, I’ve been pulling my hair out to train the puppy to do the basic commands: sit, stay, stop, down, down, get the fuck off my couch.

The puppy, Colt – a husky, has made me realize more reasons people shouldn’t have pets. But, more importantly, I’m happy to have him in the family. After my frustration had waned, I came to terms with the fact that there are things out of my control and that I didn’t get a puppy to become a drill sergeant. I got him because my husband had been begging me for months…. And maybe because the pet store looked like shit and the puppy was sitting in his own filth… And… because… maybe I’ve always wanted to give love to a furry friend.

Anyway, after having the puppy for a while, I thought I’d write a post but then Election Day happened. The US was on fire for few weeks there. If you know me on a personal level, it’s clear that I’m liberal. I’m super liberal, super progressive. So, no, I’m not a fan of the Donald. Nope. Not at all. The Election increased my time in my hidey-hole. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t know what could be said. All I knew was, WOW. The word, ‘wow.’

Now that I’ve come to terms with the reality of my new life, I’m back. I’m sorry I left for so long. I hope you can forgive me. I needed the break. I really did.

At first, I felt guilty for taking the break. It’s not like I have a large following on this blog. I started this blog as a promise to myself. So when I took that long break, I felt like I was letting myself down which can make a person go down a weird path of self-hate. I feel bad for breaking a promise to myself then I beat myself up for feeling bad then I feel worse because I beating myself up… It’s infinite in self-destructive power.

When I noticed the pattern, I decided to allow myself to take a break. The break opened my eyes to something: I had a lot going on. Moving within in the same State is hard, imagine moving to another country. I just wasn’t giving myself enough credit.

So, I said all that to say, I’m back. I will continue my regularly scheduled post from hence forward. Thank you for sticking around. See you next week.

How to Enjoy Solitude

I remember times when the thought of being alone terrified me. I had fancied up an idea of what friendship would be like and thought that if I just had people around I could make that dream come true. My fantasy group of friends was like a pop girl group. We all looked amazing in our coordinating outfits. We drew the eyes of the whole room when we arrived. We had slumber parties where we drank fruity alcoholic drinks as we waited for our facemasks to set. And though we were full grown adults, we watched My Little Pony or Barbie Movies because come on, it’s fun and totally sets the mood.

Because I wanted my fantasy as quickly as possible, I settled for the company of unsavory folk. And, though they were bad for me, I actively sought to keep them in my life because loneliness felt like a poor alternative.

It was bad enough to be this vulnerable, but I made it worse by further stripping myself of protection – the kind of protection that comes with being happy in solitude:

– I denied my own feelings to better suit the needs of the group.

– I deferred important decisions just so that I wouldn’t have to be accountable.

– I treated my thoughts and feelings with less value than others.

Eventually, I learned to let those people go and enjoy my solitude but was pleasantly surprised by all of the unanticipated benefits that came with the transformation.

The Benefits of Being Alone

I started to take care of home. Because I didn’t have to rush off to meet someone else’s timetable, I took more time for myself. I spent that extra minute to use the Listerine that had been sitting on my counter for months. I cooked all of my meals instead of throwing a frozen dinner into the microwave. This newfound self-care opened up a reserve of energy I didn’t even know I had.

I discovered myself. Being alone gave me some time to reflect. I had been living my life on default mode and hadn’t allowed myself to truly think about the things I did and wanted to do. With time to myself, I found that I had a lot to say – things that had gone unsaid for too long – which is one of the reasons I started this blog. I began to find myself and commit to myself.

I found clarity. Another weird side effect of not having time to myself was my clarity broke down. I had been inundated with so much outside information and expectations that I had drowned out my own thoughts. I even found myself forgetting things more and not being able to concentrate. Alone time helped me to find space for meditative states that led me to greater focus, memory, concentration, and productivity.

I dealt with my demons. I think a big reason I didn’t want to be alone was that I was avoiding my own thoughts. If I could spend every moment with someone else, I would never have to face my demons. It’s damn near impossible to spend time alone without inner demons surfacing. Because my demons were unavoidable, I chose to slay them – a decision I wouldn’t have made if my solitude hadn’t forced it on me.

I developed better relationships. When I became committed to myself and my beliefs, I found it necessary to surround myself with like-minded people. I no longer wanted to fill my space with just any and everyone. I wanted the people who entered my space to make the room better for it, and I wanted to have the same impact on them.

And, most importantly, I started to like myself. Imagine being alone with someone you don’t like. You’d probably do anything in your power to escape. I think this was the root of my problem. I didn’t want to be alone with myself because I had low self-esteem. I had made so many poor decisions and could no longer lean on myself for support thus looked for support in all the wrong places. In my time alone, I began to supplant my judgments with compassion. I stopped being selective with the qualities I saw in myself and saw the whole picture.

Surprisingly, the journey to enjoying my solitude was not as hard as you may think. I had to make a few changes in the way I think and develop the discipline to sustain the changes I had to make. 

Ignoring Loneliness VS. Enjoying Solitude

In my quest to enjoy solitude, I first had to learn difference between ignoring loneliness and enjoying solitude. I encountered two major obstacles:

  1. Noise
  2. Distractions

Noise. Sometimes I think that noise is a bit of a replacement for people. Have you ever met someone that always has something playing in the background? I think people do this to brush off the sting of loneliness.

Distractions. This, too, is used to ignore loneliness as opposed to enjoying solitude. With all the connectedness you can seek in social media, phone apps, and TV, you never have to acknowledge your loneliness. This is not to say that these are bad, but if you’re going to enjoy your solitude you have to limit your use.

Once I truly understood the difference, I began to use my solitude to do things that I couldn’t do as effectively in the company of others. This is enjoying solitude

How I Enjoy Solitude

I gave myself time to disconnect. It used to be that as soon as I woke up, I picked up my phone and went through various notifications and emails. Before I even gave myself a chance to make a deliberate decision about my day, I let my emails and notifications decide. Now, my morning time is precious. I wake up with a mission to take care of myself first before I get into anything else. It makes me proactive in my day.

Learned new skills. Everyone has goals that are outside of work. Alone time gave me some time to work on them. I am currently learning Spanish – something I would not be able to if I didn’t have time to myself. Though I’ve had my ups and downs, learning this new skill makes me fill fulfilled. 

To deal with nagging thoughts. If something is really bothering me, I have the time and space to deal with it instead of pushing it aside. Sometimes, the things that are nagging at me are small, like the way some customer service rep treated me. Sometimes, it’s big, like a fight with my parents. But regardless, I get to have a conversation with myself that helps me to understand why this problem is bothering me. In dealing with my nagging thoughts, I’ve learned that I can’t take responsibility for others’ actions; I must take responsibility for my actions alone. Usually, this thought ends any inner dilemma and prompts me to action instead of stewing in my negative emotions for days on end.

Quiet time. I have a weird love for quiet. I didn’t even know how much I liked quiet. There used to be a time when I always had music playing or filled companionable silence with useless prattle. Now, I am very conscious of noise. Quiet moments fill me with a strange warmth and connectedness that’s hard to put into words.

The cool thing about this journey is the way it impacted the rest of my life. Other things just seem to fall into place. Time in solitude offers some of the best mental, emotional, and spiritual preparation. It gave me time to understand myself and help me to set some much-needed boundaries.

I also learned that I could and should be my own best friends. I didn’t really need anyone else to help me shine as I walked into the room. I could very well sip fruity drinks as I applied a facemask all by myself. And though I’m a grown adult, I still watch My Little Pony even when I don’t have my niece around as an excuse.

This is not to say that friends aren’t a valuable part of life – they are. It’s important to know that they cannot hold you up and if you can’t hold yourself up. Solitude helped me to be my own support.

When friends started to come my way, I loved my solitude too much to throw it out the window. I wanted both: my awesome pop girl group and my moments of solitude.

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How to Get Over Yourself

When I was deep in the trenches of my insecurity, I would walk into a room and feel like my skin was burning under everyone’s gaze. I can’t say enough I didn’t think everyone was staring because I’m hot shit or something. I was a fraud and felt that everyone could see through my ruse. Like my every flaw or mistake was on full display and they were tearing me apart because of it. It’s kinda funny to me now because of how dramatic it all seems.

I was paralyzed under my presumed self-importance, seeing it fit to do nothing rather than look stupid. And now that I look back at myself, I see the danger all of this put me in.

The troubling fact about this affliction is that it stirs up quite a bit of self-pity.

Poor me, I can’t get out of my head. Poor me, everyone is talking about me.
If you wander through life with these kinds of thoughts, let this be your rude awakening.

I’m sure you feel agitated by your affliction and want to change so that you can realize your confident self, but this problem is bigger than your agitation, my friend.

1) You’re the most likely target of con artist and zealots alike. When you’re self-conscious, you reek of neediness. You need someone to tell you that your thoughts are good, and your words are nice and that you fit in perfectly with society. Con artists can sniff that out like a bloodhound. They’ll be there to give you the validation you crave; I promise you. And you’ll regret it.

2) You may not have proposed ideas that kept others down, but you’re damn sure are a part of the reason such ideas still exist. Things that disgust you can happen all around you, but you won’t speak up because you need someone else to give you permission. You feel like your point of view isn’t worth anything, so you keep it to yourself. I’m sure I don’t have to list the tragedies throughout history that have left the world wondering:

How come no one said anything? There had to have been more people that didn’t agree with this than those that did.

If you hold on to this problem for much longer, I’m sure you’ll be asked these questions someday (maybe you already have).

3) It’s like you’re not even a real person. Instead of being an authentic living person, you’re more comparable to a block of wood. When you’re worried about what others think, you become susceptible to the ax. People can chip away at you and configure you at will. It’s a coping mechanism to ease your pain of feeling different. You shift in and out of roles just to survive, and nobody knows the real you. Be careful. Before you know it, they’ll be nothing left to chip away.

To get out your head is to see the world and live in it. So get out of your head and be here with the rest of us. Here are some tips to get you started.

Be sure of yourself. Validate yourself. If you have doubts in what you do, it will manifest itself as self-consciousness. You end up questioning that doubtful decision you made early at every turn.

It’s important to remember not to take things too seriously. Does the thing you’re worrying about really matter? If you can let it go, let it go.

You’re not in a competition, so stop comparing yourself. The thoughts that overpower your ability to function are likely comparative. You think about how your apartment is subpar when visiting a friend. And somehow that friend can tell their better you. Stop that. If you really need to upgrade your life, do it but there’s sense in worrying about that at the dinner party.

Stop being judgmental. I’ve noticed that people who worry about what others think have a lot of negative things to say about other people. A part of the reason they worry so much is that they think everyone reacts to the world in the same way they do. If you walk around scoffing at someone else’s shoes, you carry around worry about what people think of your shoes. First of all, who gives a shit about what other people are thinking, doing, or wearing. Seriously. Don’t you have better things to do? Secondly, you have to live your life regardless of what others are doing.

It’s ok for others not to agree with you. And, it’s ok for you not to agree with others. When I say that my favorite singer/performer/human-being on earth is Beyoncé, I don’t expect everyone to agree with me. It would shock me, but I would get over it… eventually. I’ll make one or two good attempts at trying to show you the light but after that, I’ll leave it alone. Because… I don’t need you to be just like me. I think most well-adjusted adults feel the same. And when you get around someone that can’t accept the fact that you’re different, it’s time to get rid of this person.

Practice expressing yourself. No, not in a mirror unless you think that’ll help. When you’re having a conversation with friends, throw out your opinion even if your opinion is unpopular. You’ll discover that the world will not end. Maybe a debate will ensue but words, am I right? Just words. It’s ok. If your opinion on a given topic drives a wedge between you and your company, it’s just a sign that you need to find more like-minded peeps.

Put your attention on the person you’re talking to, or the task at hand. If you’re talking to someone but thinking about yourself (uh rude much), you can’t say that you really get the whole picture. Conversations encompass way more than words. If you are really paying attention to the person you’re talking to, you understand their body language, the inflection of their voice, and the pace and rhythm of their words. If you’re doing all of that, you don’t have room to ruminate on whether or not your hair has maintained its style. Don’t be rude.

No one expects you to be perfect. There will absolutely be times when you say or do the wrong thing. Expecting any different is unrealistic. Can you think of one perfect conversationalist? No, probably not. Even politicians, whose careers are built on conversation, occasionally blunder.

When I finally got over myself, I started to see how silly I was being. People have their own stuff to think about and are spending far less time thinking about you than you think. The people out there that do spend their time thinking about your imperfections are not worth the effort of trying to impress. These types would nitpick you until they found something to complain about, so you may as well just be yourself.

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Why You’re Attracting Assholes and How to Stop

When I think about the type of men and “friends” I used to attract – insecure, controlling, whiny-ass-babies – there is too much of a pattern for me to say that I had no role in it. Though I’ve drawn a cause-effect connection to the direction of my life and the ill actions of others, let me make one thing clear, I take full responsibility for the course of my life. In the last two posts, I’ve highlighted the bad things people have done to me. However, I am no saint…

Oh no, no, no… NO… Hell no. I’ve done things that I’m not proud of. It is not my goal to paint myself as one without sin.

Hell, I was not the best roommate in the world. I was a slob – a total slob. Being the clean enthusiast I am today, I wouldn’t want to live with a 19-year-old version me either.

And, when it comes to men, I used to be a bit of a snoop. There, I said it. Not proud of it, but it’s the truth. I wanted to know all the answers before I asked the questions. Today, my husband could leave his phone open to a picture of a super hot girl and wouldn’t provoke me to snoop. I’d probably ask him about her but would be satisfied with whatever he told me.

Anyway, all of this is beside the point. These are flaws to be sure, but these things have little to nothing to do with why I used to attract asshole friends and men. As I evaluate my life, there are four qualities I possessed that often led me into the arms of assholes:

I was too insecure to be alone. I knew what kind of people I wanted to surround myself but settled for far less. And, I think a part of me felt I wasn’t good enough for the kinds of friends I wanted. If you were kind enough to approach me or were receptive to my approach, we were friends. That’s all it took. If you were the discerning type and took a while to make friends, I perceived it as not showing an interest.

Did I mention I was full of myself? I thought about myself all the time and thought everyone else was thinking about me too. Not in the I’m-hot-shit kind of way, but in the “everyone knows there’s a hole in my undies” kind of way. Because, clearly, everyone else was endowed with a super vision I lacked.

I lost myself around other people. I wanted everyone to like me, so I rarely showed any of my quirks or imperfections. If I did show a quirk, it was only after someone else gave me permission to do so. I needed to see him or her do it first so that I wouldn’t feel so self-conscious doing it myself.

I convinced myself none of it mattered. I believed that I was one reinvention away from being the person I wanted to be thus the things I didn’t like, didn’t count. I could just erase it all and start afresh. Since it didn’t matter, the harm I put myself in seemed trivial.

In a nutshell, I attracted assholes because I was one.

If you see yourself in any of these qualities, it may be the reason you’re attracting assholes into your life. This doesn’t have to be the way things are forever. Because, let me tell ya, this life is not sustainable. Worse, others are living your life for you. You’re just a leaf in the breeze Dowisetrepla (bonus points if you get the reference). Minding the company you keep is integral to mastering yourself.

Trust your gut. When you come across a person aimed at taking advantage of you, he or she may not ride into the room on a broomstick or where a sign that reads, “I am the scum of the earth,” but there are bound to be other signs – keenest of which is how they make you feel. Something about the way their compliment left you feeling like you were slapped in the face or how you’re now walking away with fewer dollars and more of what you don’t need may be good indicators.

Intentions VS results. I’ve learned the importance of acknowledging the difference between a person intentions VS the result of his/her actions. Intentions are shiny and full of promise but they mean nothing without results. Most people think their actions are for the greater good. It’s just that their “greater good” could be devastating to you. If someone actions bode ill for you, distance yourself. That doesn’t mean that he/she is a bad person. He/she just is not good for you.

Be discerning. Court your future beau or BFF. There should be a trial period before you call someone your friend/bae. I don’t necessarily mean that you need to enact a 30-day rule. This period is action bound, not time bound. You need to know the people you’re inviting into your life. For instance, I have a personal policy to drive separately to a first date – romantic or otherwise. That maybe too new school for you but I refuse to give a stranger my address, let alone sit in the car with them.

Know what you want. If you want to surround yourself with positive, ambitious, and balanced people, why are you with negative-do-nothing-extremists? This is not to say abandon your friends at the first sign of weakness. You should know the difference between a bad day and hardened, habitual behavior. There are few things that immediately raise a red flag when I meet new people: gossiping, not-shutting-the-fuck-up, and certain isms (racism, sexism, and homophobia). If you know what your red flags are, have the courage to stick by them.

Don’t be afraid to call people out. This one has become a new hobby of mine. When people make passive aggressive statements, I make it a game to get them to say how they really feel. I start by saying, “what do you mean by that?” When they respond with an equally passive response because they can’t help themselves, I then say what the statement sounded like to me and watch them squirm. They bat their eyes a bit, and ask me, how could I think that of them. I say their comment sounded backhanded and give them an example of how they normally speak. It’s so much fun! Try it.

Say NO. If you don’t want to do something, say no. This is the easiest way to weed jackasses out of your life. A good friend wouldn’t want you to do anything you didn’t want to do. If you find that this jackass won’t let up, it’s time to let go of him/her. It’s really simple.

Lastly, find yourself. I get the feeling that if you’re in this predicament, you have lost yourself along the way. When you truly know who you are…

…the presence of others can’t overshadow you.

…you value your sanity.

…you couldn’t tolerate being around people that undermine your you-ness.

So get out there and get rid of some people so that you can have room for the right people. You won’t regret it. I promise.

What are your thoughts on attracting assholes? Let me know in the comments.

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This article is a part 4 of the Developing your fuck-it attitude. Check out the rest of the series.

 1) The Snake

2) The Mouse

3) Types of Women I admire

4) Why You’re Attracting Assholes and How to Stop





Types of Women I Admire [Developing My Fuck-it Attitude Part 3]

I used to safeguard my feelings with a lock and key. I convinced myself that I didn’t want to share my feelings because I had to protect them to keep others from hurting me. In reality, I was just ashamed of my feelings. I was ashamed of being myself. I was just ashamed.

My aggressive self-awareness made it impossible for me to get out of my head. And because I was always in my head, I could clearly sense the stark difference between other girls and me.

Other girls could ask the same question I asked, but something about them demanded attention and respect while something about me didn’t even warrant an upwards glance. Other girls walked the streets like it was a catwalk. I could barely walk down the street once I felt the gaze of a stranger.

It took me a long time to get over this injustice. A part of me felt like I should stay the same and the world should just accept me as I am: insecure, unconfident, and too self-aware. The types of women I’m going to talk about today showed me the error in this thinking. Accepting my flaws because I wanted “to be myself” was just a cop-out. Of course, no one is perfect, but to stay the in my old ways is akin to condemning myself to being afraid of my shadow.

Though each of these of women has different qualities that make her special, there is one thing that strings them together: They don’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks.

So… yea.. mad respect for that…

They are unapologetically themselves and empowered me to be the same. And, if they can teach me something maybe they can do the same for you.

1) She says what’s on her mind.

She the kind of woman that believes that showing her weakness does not make her weak. She knows that everything she feels is important. Feeling cold is imperative to feeling warm.

She has no fear of attacks because secrets can’t be used against her. And because she see’s the world clearly, she knows that she’s never alone.

Though she says what’s on her mind, she does not use it as an excuse to be rude, offensive, or insensitive. She uses her thoughts to get a better understanding of the person she’s talking to. She doesn’t preach nor is she trying to convert her listeners. She just wants to be real. If her realness is in opposition to your realness, she moves along to someone who’ll better fit into her tribe.

She speaks her mind because she is proud of herself and how she feels. She wouldn’t settle for relationships that belittle or dismiss her.

2) The spotlight loves her.

She’s the kind of woman that posts pictures of her fails and successes because… why the hell not? She doesn’t do it for attention; she’s just too busy experiencing life to be self-conscious. She already knows herself; therefore, she doesn’t feel the need to prove it to anyone. Her natural state is realness, and you’ll see what she stands through her actions.

Something about her nonchalance towards attention makes you want to give her more of it. You can’t look away.

Though you want nothing more than to give her your attention, when you’re around her, you feel like you’re the center of the universe. She empowers others to shine their brightest because it’s not in her nature to judge.

The spotlight loves her because it’s a phenomenon to see someone so authentic. She shines because she loves life, wants to experience all the facets of life, and does so unabashedly while welcoming anyone with the courage to join her.

3) She takes charge.

She’s the one people look to when the room goes silent because all have witnessed her outstanding track record of honesty and integrity. She’s not afraid to say what needs to be said. She does it out of love for her team and because the right thing isn’t always popular.

In everything, she is calm, confident, clear. When she assigns a task, she provides purpose, direction, and motivation. She doesn’t stand over your shoulder and micromanage your every click of the keypad. She gives you room to complete the task like the adult you are.

She’s the leader, but she recognizes the contributions others have made to her success. She attracts and retains top-notch team members and isn’t afraid to let them know their worth. You always know where you stand with her because she sees the value in having adults work for her as opposed to children.

She takes charge because she has vision. She sees a task laid out before her and she relishes the opportunity to approach it creatively. She loves what she does and makes you love it too.

4) She cares about the world.
She’s the kind of woman that does what she can and finds purpose in being of service to others. She seems superhuman though that is not her intention. She’s as ordinary as they come and knows that any person can make a difference.

Most of what she does for others, you will never know. She doesn’t help others for validation or praise; she does it because of her strong moral compass. She knows that all acts are important, no matter how small.

She doesn’t have to be the one to make the change. She knows her limits and will gladly step aside when a more qualified candidate appears. She does not seek glory. She seeks justice.

When you’re around her, you can’t help but care and support her causes. She cares about the world and knows that she can make a difference. Her passion will leak on you. Being a friend to her is likely one of the best decisions you’ll ever make, and slowly but surely you’ll become a better person.

5) She makes her dreams come true.

She’s the kind of woman that will overcome any obstacle in the pursuit of her passion. When she sees a challenge, she is not intimidated by how large it may be. She slices it down into little parts and gets to work. She knows that she must put one foot in front of the other thus does not get caught up in how far away she stands at the moment. Rome wasn’t built in a day, after all

She has total confidence in herself because she knows that if it can be done, she can do it. She doesn’t need to tear people down to validate herself. In fact, being around her makes others believe that anything is possible.

If she comes up short, she is not ashamed to ask for help. She’s willing to learn because she knows that knowledge is power.

She takes care of herself because she believes in balance. Ambition is but a component of what fulfills her. She seeks fulfillment in friendships, family, health, and wealth with the same intensity.

She makes her dreams come true because she knows that she’s worth it. All around her wish her the best because she remains humble no matter how awesome her achievement.

These ladies exhibit qualities that anyone could admire. For me, it has been a pleasure just to be witness to their awesome. I’ve seen enough people possess these qualities that I finally believe it’s possible for me to be this cool too. Hehee.

Which lady was your favorite? Is there a type of woman you admire that I didn’t mention? Let us know about her.

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Developing My Fuck-It Attitude Part Two: The Mouse

Between the ages of 20-23, I attracted a certain kind of man. I played my role in this weird attraction, but I’m saving that info for Part 4 of this series. The men I’m going to talk about in today’s installment earned a spot on my journey to developing my fuck-it attitude because they either

A) Held up a mirror for me to see myself.


B) Possessed some insecurity that changed the way I react to the world.

To save you the time of trying to learn all of their names (and because they are remarkably similar), I’m going to name them all Mouse.

When I met Mouse, I would think about him for days on end, wondering about what he was doing, and how cute looked while doing it. Since the relationship was new and I didn’t know much about him, it gave me plenty of room to fantasize about his character and to completely configure him in my mind the way I wanted him to be.

My fantasized version of him was so vivid that it overpowered the real man I saw before me, so even when he showed me his true colors, I didn’t see it. I dismissed his bad behavior as a one-time thing or the result of a bad day. When the fog lifted, I was left wondering what the hell I got myself into and wallowed in a big dose of self-pity:

Why can’t I just find a nice guy? What’s wrong with me?

For me, the fog lifted on Facebook.


One day, I was visiting Mouse when he asked: Would you like to see pictures of my ex-girlfriends on Facebook.

Me: No thank you. No, not at all.

* Mouse flips open laptop, goes to Facebook and pulls up Hot Girl Number One. *

* Me, confused AF but silently accepts his trip down Hot Girls 1-5 memory lane. *

If you’re thinking, what the hell, you have the right of it. This is manipulation in its most elementary form. I get the feeling that he either wanted to make me jealous or wanted to prove to me that he’s highly sought after. Either option makes my skin crawl.

I can barely recognize myself when I think about the fact that I said nothing. I should’ve said something; I should’ve called him out. But at the time, I didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, so I took on all of the uncomfortable feelings onto myself. Making others feel uncomfortable was so hard for me that it could make me feel guilty. If I look at my life, I see too many instances of me putting someone else’s comfort above my own.

If a man pulled a stunt like this on me today, he would swiftly be kicked to the curb. However, there wouldn’t be a story if I didn’t stick around. And what happened next was even more unsettling.


I’m a bit of a talker. I love to talk. I quickly learned that Mouse had a lot of “isms.” Most significantly, he was sexist.

His idea woman…

… did all the cooking and cleaning.

… never went out to drink. She should only drink in the confines of the home not because it’s a control tactic (no, never that) but because she should be afraid of the big bad world and submit to the protection of her lover.

“… learned quietly with all submissiveness. I do not permit a woman to teach or to exercise authority over a man; rather, she is to remain quiet. For Adam was formed first, then Eve; and Adam was not deceived, but the woman was deceived and became a transgressor. Yet she will be saved through childbearing—if they continue in faith and love and holiness, with self-control.” 1 Timothy 2:11-15.

If he had his way, I would be praising him, as he was the only one that could save me of my feminine ineptitude. Though I never gave into his subtle control tactics, I didn’t leave him which only made things worse. My silence made him believe that I was impressionable and waiting to be molded into his perfect mate.

Looking back on it, I wish I had defended my beliefs. I think I didn’t because I didn’t want to push him away. My need for companionship outweighed my beliefs, which is frightening to think of.


When you don’t give in to a manipulative, controlling asshole, he turns insane. Mouse became insane. He started showing up out of nowhere and not respecting my needs for space and privacy. It got really bad. Infringing on my space was the last straw, and I finally broke up with him. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the last I heard of him.

He went on a Facebook slander campaign against me. I blocked him on Facebook, my phone, and everywhere else when I first noticed his crazy showing, so I didn’t get to see everything posted. However, our mutual friends gave me the highlights.

Though I wanted nothing more than to put him in his place, I knew Mouse all too well. I believe his slander campaign had to purposes: to humiliate me and to get me start talking him again. Because I wasn’t rising to his bait, he started sending messages to me through other people and all types of other nonsensical games. It was exhausting explaining to people not to send me his messages. He wanted to get to me, and I wasn’t having it.

This is the one time in this relationship that I showed my strength. He didn’t know that I had it in me to never speak with him again, but I did. He thought he could bully me into being with him, but he couldn’t. Eventually, the slander campaign stopped… I guess. I really wouldn’t know. Maybe he’s still talking about it.

I’m proud that I left him, I just hate that it took me so long.


It took me a few kicks of the horse to get out of this dating pattern. It took both recognizing the signs of a jackass and ridding myself of the insecurities that attracted jackasses. This would require another post altogether (more on this coming soon).

Anyway, long story short, this whole ordeal taught me a few things and ultimately helped me on my path to developing my fuck-it attitude.

1) I am my number one priority. Clearly, there are exceptions to this rule, but for the most part, I am my number one priority. If I have to choose between my comfort and someone else’s, I choose me. If I find myself in a situation where my happiness is in jeopardy, I have the wherewithal to make a decision that makes me happy. In the case of Mouse, he and I both were focusing on making him happy. There wasn’t enough happiness to go around because our opinions differed so greatly. I’ll never make this mistake again.

2) I will not become vulnerable to my desires. I desperately wanted to be in a Hollywood romance. Therefore I put up with more than any sane person should. The more a person wants something, the more foolish he or she is likely to become in pursuit of it. I learned there is such a thing as too high a price for what I want. Putting myself last is too high a price. If I want something, I name the price I want and won’t pay a penny more for it.

3) If I don’t stand my ground, others will take advantage of my instability. I have strong beliefs that aren’t worth sacrificing for anyone. If I don’t have the courage to act on my beliefs, I may as well not believe in them. If I allow my actions to align with things, I don’t believe in who’s to say I don’t believe in them.

Though this experience was rough, it taught me a great deal; therefore, I wouldn’t trade this experience in.

If you had an experience with an ex that you’d like to share, please let me know in the comments. Do you think I missed the marks somewhere? Let me know. Let’s have a conversation.

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Developing My Fuck-It Attitude Part 1: The Snake

Not all people are benevolent forces. I learned that from a woman that I will call the Snake. When I moved in with her at the tender age of 19, I had no idea that our meeting would light the embers to one of the most important changes in my life:

Developing my fuck-it attitude.

Anyway… The Snake was my roommate, and she’s also a distant family member. She and I didn’t get along. We had different values. I’m ok with that.

It took a while for me to see the truth because the Snake has a split personality and is a lying lump of human trash fire. Around me, she was always nice, fun, and carefree. Even thinking about the way our relationship began creeps me out.

She never made me think that she thought ill of me, but I heard what she actually thought about me from everyone else. I don’t put much stock into gossip, so I didn’t believe them. Eventually, the evidence was indisputable.

Exhibit A: At the time I lived with her, I was 19 and in the States, that means you can’t buy alcohol. She was well into her 30s – maybe almost 40. (I don’t know… I considered her my elder. ) She would buy me alcohol then tell my family that I was an alcoholic. This is not an exaggeration.

If being an alcoholic means to drink less that 2 drinks a week, I guess she’s right. But if she truly thought that was the case, she should find her way to the local AA.

Exhibit B: I went out of town, and she called to tell me that the girls I was staying with were complaining that I was always in their rooms. How she proclaimed to have heard about my doings is still unknown to me. Especially considering that I quite literally was never in their rooms. The girls and I barely had a relationship to speak of. She just made that up on some blind assumption.

When I think about the fact that she made it up, I can’t help but wonder why she would want me to believe it. The only thing that makes sense is that she was trying to make me feel isolated. If that was the case, and I truly believe that was the case, she’s also a manipulative lump of human trash fire.

These things are all bad but what really takes the cake is Exhibit C:

She accidentally sent me a message that she meant to send to someone else. The message said, “I just kicked Sharon out. Now she’s outside crying.”
LOL…like LMAO.

At the time she sent it to me, I had just walked outside to take out the trash. She had not kicked me out. I was not crying.

You’d think that after that she’d just come clean. No, no, no. If you know The Snake like I do, you know that she just tried to cover it up.

She went on to tell me that she was just sending me a message that my mother sent her when I was 15 and ran away. For me, this is comedy gold. My mother does not text. She certainly didn’t text in 2006. And if she had, why would the Snake keep a four-year-old text message. The amount of bullshit is unreal.

Even to this day, she has nothing to do with my life but she still talks shit and lies about me. The reason I even know is because at the occasional family gathering her remarks find their way to my ears.

The thing that really gets me is how everyone just accepted what she said about me. The way my relationships with certain family members changed after living with her still baffles me.

So, though I’m upset with the way things turned out, it taught me 3 important things:

1) People are far more likely to believe something bad about you than they are to believe something good. Worse still, people prefer to hear the bad stuff. I could try to manage people’s perception of me but what’s the point if one loudmouth asshole can change everything. If I’m honest with myself, these people have no room in my social circles. I much prefer the company of discerning peeps.

2) The people that are still in my life would’ve been in my life regardless of what The Snake or anyone else said about me. If people are going to talk mess about me, it comforts me to know that my true allies would never buy into it without giving me a chance to speak for myself.

3) People are effed up.
Though I would be hard-pressed to find something nice to say about the Snake, I know that she’s not evil incarnate. She’s just insecure and needs to put others down in order to feel good about herself. Honestly, it’s pretty sad. This is not excusing her behavior; it is accepting reality. She’s not any good for me, but maybe she’s good for someone else. And, I know that I’m no good for her because I cannot control my facial expressions long enough to sit through her bullshit.

I just want to be happy. If being myself means that I have to lose some people, so be it.

This experience is one of four stops to on my journey of developing my fuck-it attitude. Over the next few weeks, I’ll share the other 3 stops and culminate the experience with my guide to not giving a fuck. Hope you enjoy the ride.

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How Curiosity Healed Me

I’ve always been a curious person – not as in strange (though that isn’t far off) but as in inquisitive. Today, when something piques my interest, I know healthy ways to explore it; however, a younger version of me would want to know what fire is, touch it, pick at the scabs, and then dunk her hand in acid.

After making a series of bad decisions in my adolescence, I began to close myself off to being curious, thinking that curiosity was the problem. I closed myself to the point that I didn’t even want to think about my problems and was happy to pretend that they didn’t happen at all.

I became quiet and unobservant. Even looking back at the time feels like a blur, like nothing happened during that period and I blacked out.

It was in dealing with past traumas that I learned the importance of remaining curious and fostering a healthy curiosity. I learned I couldn’t heal a wound if I don’t let it get checked out, sanitized, and patched up. My wounds were just out there, oozing with blood, putrefying, and I was pretending that my lightheadedness would just go away on its own.

How curiosity healed me.

As my curiosity expanded, I became less and less judgmental. I used to look at my past judgmentally. How could I do that? What kind of person lets this happen? Seeing the past from this judgmental perspective was like walking into darkened room, blindfolded, and with shackles around my feet. I couldn’t so much as get a real idea of my problem because I allowed my judgments to shape the problem instead of seeing it for what it was. It was after having a conversation with someone that I realized I had this habit. I was talking about my problems and he said, “No need to get all judgy about it.” He said it so off-handedly that it made me rethink every conversation I have about my problems.

I saw my problems as lessons instead letting them harass me. With the fog of judgment gone, I began to get curious about my problems. Why did it happen? Could it have been prevented? In these questions, I understood something fundamental: I can’t change the past, but I can shape my future. Since the past is well beyond my reach, I may as well stop pestering myself about it.

I also learned that all of my problems could be solved if I wanted them to be. People tend to get stuck in the wallowing phase of the problem. The more curious I became, it became more difficult to wallow. I was too busy fixing the problem.

I became both more accepting of mistakes and willing to be wrong. Most people like to be right.
It just feels good. I think that the fear of being wrong often keeps people from thoroughly investigating a problem. I know that was a part of the problem for me. So instead of allowing myself to heal, I just allowed myself to be satisfied with the fact that I was right about my sadness… It’s weird but.. yea..

The more I investigatrd my problems, the more foolish it seemed to allow my problems to stay problems. I began to find possible solutions, discover holes in those solutions, and just kept looking. Each time I made a mistake, I got closer to the healing I needed.. As I analyze the happenings instead of wallowing in self-pity, I was able to come up with solutions. Having solved the problem, I could forgive myself and move on.

I realized that I deserve to live a happy and healthy life regardless of the things that shamed me in the past. Yes, I’ve made shitty decisions. But, you know what, I’ve paid the price for them. The amount of time I spent dogging myself is all the retribution that needs to be taken. I still have a full life ahead of me, full of opportunities to make great and shitty decisions alike. I can only take my life as it comes and try to do what right when the time comes.

Regardless of what may happen, I will pay the price for it then move on and try not to repeat my mistakes again.

I defined my own standards. When I wasn’t curious, I had to accept things at face value, meaning that others set my standards for me – a dangerous way to live. I began to research the things I thought to be true. Some of them remain true; some did not. I allowed the new information to help shape my standards. Not all things are tolerable, and I had to let those things go.

This crucial phase of my development put me back in the driver’s seat of my life (as cheesy as that sounds). I have the final say on what I allow in my life, and I exercise that authority every day.

I developed healthier relationships. I’m a firm believer that broken people tend to hang around people who like to tear them down. I had quite a bit of that in my life. The more I came into my own, the less bullshit I accepted. I stopped hanging around people who gossiped, people who tore down others, and people who tried to tell me where I belonged. I found that it was better to go through a period of isolation than to be around shitty people.

The people who fill my life today have made my life better just by being their awesome selves. I began to attract people who had similar standards to mine.

… to be compassionate.
… to be openminded.
… to have a love for learning.

With their help, I became more awesome too.

I created the woman I wanted to be then became her. When I wasn’t curious about my life, I just felt that I am who I am, and that’s final. I was a shell of a person, coasting through life, hoping that everything would be ok. As I became more , I learn that I steer the course of my life. I thought of qualities that I admired and the way I wanted to impact the world then took steps to become that. There will be things that happen to me that are beyond my control, but I can always control the way I react and the way I perceive them.

I became happier. One of the best lessons curiosity taught me was that life is an adventure, full of happy, sad, angry, and content moments. It released of my need to hide pain. Instead of hiding it, I could explore it, try to understand it, fix it, and become better than before. Now, I love my pains, I love the freezing cold, I love the sweltering heat because they are a part of my one life. I am happier.

To me, curiosity is like a coin with teleportation properties. When touched, it has the power to change the way I see everything and opens me up to more than I could ever imagine. When I think of the role it’s played in my life, I see triumphs and traumas, unexpected pleasures and shame all mixed up into a bowl. Though I would like to go into my bowl and pick out the things I don’t like, I can’t as it happened and cannot un-happen. So I accept my bowl the way it is and love it more for the cracks in its surface.

Because of my curiosity, I no longer peer at my past experiences through the spaces in between my clenched fingers. I look right at them.

If you are wondering how curiosity can help you, feel free to ask questions below.


Share your experience on how curiosity healed you.

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How to Deal With Nagging Thoughts

Nagging thoughts are like ghosts with unfinished business. Their sulking is audible from a plane that you cannot see, begging for your attention, interrupting whatever you’re doing.

Once they have your attention they don’t let up. They look too much like the person you used to be and say all of the things you no longer want to hear. You want to put them in the past and lock them away, but something about the way they torture you keeps you from looking away.

You may think you’re safe when you haven’t seen them for a while, but they’re just biding their time, lying in wait until you’re at your weakest. On the day when you’re not feeling too well, or you’re sad or angry, your nagging-thoughts-ghost will reemerge to deepen your sadness, anger, and frustration Before you know, it has possessed you and now control what you do and how you do it.

Why you should deal with the thoughts that nag you.

The troubling thing about ignoring the thoughts that nag you is that these thoughts tend to come from a deep place within you, begging to be heard, understood, and resolved. How rare is it to hear something within yourself so strongly? For most people, it’s rare. By trying to lock these thoughts in a vault, you are willfully silencing yourself.

It may seem like you’re doing it for your own good. I get that. You don’t want to allow those thoughts out to hurt you all over again. However, listening and dealing with these thoughts does not validate or justify them. Thoughts can be dirty little liars sometimes. You deal with these thoughts because you’re a boss-ass-bitch (bitch, bitch, bitch)… These thoughts shouldn’t have this type of control over your life. You deal with them so that they can stop nagging you.

It makes a lot of sense to deal with these thoughts because while this ghost is haunting you…

• It’s preventing you from truly enjoying the moment. When your thoughts wander back to that time or ruminate on something that hasn’t happen yet, it’s keeping you from being present. The present moment is the only moment where happiness can exist (or that exists at all).

• It’s stopping you from learning the lesson that comes with dealing with that problem. When you deal with your problem, you’ll gain skills that will help you deal with future problems. Also, the act of dealing with a problem tends to make the problem smaller. For instance, when you stopped worrying about falling off your bike, you realized how silly it was to worry about it at all.

• It’s preventing you from being authentic. While your plastering a smile over the sadness you feel inside, you aren’t authentic. While you’re pretending to be above such nonsense, you’re not authentic. The thing that’s nagging you only has this much control over you because it matters to you. Somehow it goes against your beliefs or the way you want to see yourself. If that wasn’t the case it wouldn’t keep coming up to pester you. Remember when this happened; you’re not so perfect bitch, it whispers to you. Deal with it so that you can be true to yourself.

• It causes past insecurities to shape current realities. Though there is no short supply of lessons that can be learned from the past, the past is not an all-seeing crystal ball of life. Just because you were afraid once, it doesn’t mean you’ll be afraid forever. If the past did have this much of say, most people wouldn’t leave their house on the off chance that some unlikely disaster happened. Babies would never learn to walk; you wouldn’t know how to read or talk. If the past is an indicator of anything, it’s that mistakes are awesome.

To deal with the thoughts that nag you, you should..

• Commit to solving the problem. Before you can move forward, you have to make solving this problem a priority. The best way I’ve found is to paint a vivid picture of what you’d become once the problem is solved and of your life having not solved the problem. For instance, your nagging-thoughts-ghost keeps bringing up the time you sucked at an interview every time you go to an interview. If you deal with this nagging thought, you will walk into next interview with confidence that exudes from you regardless of the outcome. You will speak articulately about all those things you know so well and impress your future employer.

If you don’t deal with this thought, every time you sit before your interviewer your tension will stink up the room. You won’t be able to call to memory the things you rehearsed. Your true shine won’t come through, and you’ll be jobless.
• Open the vault. Allow everything that comes with dealing with that thought come out of the vault – the hurt, shame, and frustration. For a moment, let it all wash over you then away from you. Let yourself feel the feelings so that you can know what you’re up against. This part sucks but it’s a necessary evil. Part of the reason that these thoughts may be resurfacing may be because you never allowed yourself to go through it.

Let yourself feel it as long as you need. Cry until you’re sick of crying. Feel sad until you’re sick of being sad. If you think there’s not a limit to your tears, let me tell you, there is. Find it and you’ll be compelled to act. Don’t move on to the next step until you have felt the feeling and have LET THEM GO. You don’t want lingering feelings to stink up the next steps. If you find that your feelings keep coming back up, take a moment to feel them then let them go.

• Study your thoughts and feelings. Now that you have felt your feelings, analyze them.
— Are they irrational and groundless? If so, what makes you believe in them? A lot of the thoughts that nag you may tie into your personality. For instance, making a stain on the carpet doesn’t torment everyone. Is your defensiveness or perfectionism keeping you blind to the triviality of the problem?
— If your thoughts are sound, is there anything that you can do to change what you think or how you feel? Is it something about you that needs to change or the situation?
— Are your feelings about the past or the future? Are you pressuring yourself into thinking about some far off possibility? Or are you dwelling on the past?

• Resist the urge to have an opinion on your thoughts, bad or good. You’re a scientist right now. You’re just analyzing data. To make this easier, take yourself out of the context. Think about what a thought means instead of thinking of what it says about you. Because you are not your thoughts. Thoughts are notorious liars.

• Identify situations that trigger these thoughts. When are these thoughts most likely to appear? Do you find that every time you’re with so-and-so you think about that horrible time when…? What you may find through identifying the trigger is that your nagging thoughts may just be a warning to steer clear of something terrible. Your nagging thoughts ghost can see how what you’re doing right now is just like some other time something terrible happened.

On the other hand, this trigger may appear when you’re trying to push yourself. If that be the case, this may be a signal of some inner conflict that needs to be resolved. Maybe you need to store up some reserves of confidence, or you need to educate yourself more about what you’re going to pursue. I’ve found that most fears and insecurities come from not knowing.

• Remove the power the thoughts have over you by disillusioning the problem. If you’ve been holding off on an uncomfortable conversation, remind yourself that you’re talking to another human being. Everyone puts on his/her pants one leg at a time. If you don’t say anything to that person, you’ll only make yourself feel worse. Another powerful way to deal with a problem that nags you is to see how someone else who had a similar problem dealt with it. Their method may not be perfect for you, but it may give you some hints. Nothing is new under the son. If it’s your problem, it’s likely has been someone else’s.

• Take responsibility for your life. There are many systems in place that keep people stagnant: if you’re rich, you’ll stay rich; if you’re poor, you’ll stay poor. You only have two choices: 1) let the systems tell you your limits 2) tell yourself your limits. There are many people who have beat the system, so you can too. To do that you have to take responsibility for your life. No more so-and-so MADE you react this way. This is not to justify someone else’s bullshit but to keep you living your life, on your terms.

• Talk to a professional. Maybe you’ve had a traumatic experience that has shaped the way you see the world and the people in it. And for whatever your trauma may be, I’m truly sorry that it happened to you. Seriously. I joke a lot, but this is serious. I’ve had my fair share and wouldn’t wish it on anyone. If you don’t feel safe handling these thoughts on your own, talk to a professional. It’s the smart thing to do, and you’re a sharp cookie so do what’s best for you. If you’re worried about the stigma, don’t worry about the stigma. Most educated people today understand the need for the Mental Health Industry. For the people who don’t understand, I like to compare them to people who contested the Earth being round. If people leave you in your darkest moments, they don’t need to be in your life.
Lastly Remember……

• It may take more than one try to tackle this problem. It’s nice to think that this thought that has been nagging you for days, months, or years can be solved in one sitting but chances are it won’t be. And that’s Ok. In some parts of this process, you may have to let it soak overnight or scrub away at it until you can move forward. You’re doing this for yourself. Allow yourself to be thorough.

• Everyone has thoughts like this. You are never as alone as you think. For every terrible thought, there is someone who overcame it and someone who let it control him/her. Which are you going to be?

• Don’t beat yourself up. The pressure you put on yourself is likely part of the problem. You are so abusive that you don’t want to deal with yourself. Stop that. Please continue to be honest with yourself but don’t mistake honesty for abuse.

Once you’ve begun to deal with your nagging-thought-ghost, you’ll learn to accept your thoughts as they are because they’re mostly happening to you.

–You’ll begin cultivating a healthier relationship with your inner voice. That nagging ghost is not the enemy. You just need to handle some things, and it’ll pipe down.

–You’ll even begin taking steps toward creating an environment conducive to the thoughts you want to create. You want to think thoughts that make you better you’ll be better off after the nagging thoughts are gone.

I encourage you to go forth and deal with your nagging-thoughts-ghost. And if you have strategies that I missed, please share them in the comment.

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How to Face Your Fears

I’m going to go on a limb and assume that you know that it’s good to be afraid of jumping into a shark tank that is full of hungry sharks and you don’t know how to swim.

I want to talk about the fears that keep you at night. These fear aren’t a matter of life and death but can and will impact the course of your life. The kind of fears that….

… stopped you from doing something that you wanted to do.

… hinder you from having meaningful relationships.

… has made it impossible for you to become your beautiful self.

There is little room for these fears in a life lived to it’s fullest potential, and I believe that everyone can reach her/his fullest potential. You don’t have to be the rich or have an Ivy League education. And, your journey does not have to look like anyone else’s. You have the power to design your life.

Unfortunately, you cannot harness your power until you’ve started to face your fears.

My Story

The most recent fear I vaporized was the fear of blogging. I was afraid to put myself out there for three main reasons.

  1. I was afraid of what my friends and family would think: AKA Fear of Ridicule
  2. I was afraid that people wouldn’t like me: AKA Fear of Rejection
  3. I was afraid that no one would read it: AKA Fear of Failure

Because of these fears, I’ve started my blog, The Curious Queendom, about 4 different times. As soon as a family member caught wind of my blog, or a reader gave me negative feedback, or traffic to my blog dwindled, I swiftly took it down.

This last time I decided that I would keep it up no matter what. I haven’t made any major blog success, but my personal life is full of success because of my decision to keep my blog up. I want that for everyone. I want everyone to feel good about revealing that she/he is an alien from the planet Mercury without fear.

How to Face Your Fears

  1. Be aware of when you’re making decisions from a place of fear. This is harder than it sounds because humans are good at making excuses. You may tell yourself that you don’t want to go out because you’re a homebody when really you don’t want to go out because you’re worried about seeming weird or whatever. Get real with yourself and identify why you picked the more comfortable alternative.
  1. Make courageous decisions. Your fear lives and dies with your decisions. The only time fear has an impact is when you allow it to decide for you. When you are afraid, and you decide to lean into that fear, you have effectively killed it.
  1. Don’t wait for fear to find you; hunt it down. You know what scares you, and you know that it’s irrational. You know that you won’t burst into flames when you tell the boy of dreams how you feel. So instead of waiting for the perfect moment to present itself to you, take control.
  1. What’s the worse that can happen? The worse that can happen is usually not so bad. Being embarrassed or humiliated sucks but it won’t kill you. What seems so terrible to you today, won’t feel so bad down the line. Who cares that you peed your pants in the first grade? Kids do that sometimes. Who cares that you messed up a part of your speech? People make mistakes. It’s what we do.
  1. One step at a time. No one is expecting you to make an 180-degree transformation overnight. You should take your progress one step at a time. As long as you get back when you fall, you’ve made progress.
  1. Dwell on the good stuff. In a moment of fear, you may tend to look for things that validate that fear, the times you messed up, embarrassed yourself, or whatever. Let’s be honest, you have done brilliant things with your life. You have had moments when you felt like you were in a flow-like state. Think about those moments and use them to invalidate your fears
  1. Remember: Sometimes you’re going to give into your fear. No one is perfect. Striving for perfection just perpetuates fear. To avoid making a mistake, you wont even try. Mistakes are a critical part of learning. You learned how to walk because of all the times you fell. In a way, your mistakes are the greatest sign of progress.
  1. Practice the things you aren’t good at. When you give into your fear, try to figure out why then practice not being afraid.
  1. Life is an Adventure. Imagine the film Indiana Jones without conflict. He simply went to Wal-Mart and bought the last Holy Grail. Man, that would’ve been a terribly boring film. Your life will be full of conflict; and, quite frankly, you shouldn’t want it any other way. Embrace the craziness that is your life. Have fun with it. Laugh at your mistakes and learn from them.

I know that you are capable of living the life of your dreams. Now go out there and make it happen. NOW!

I originally posted this on B.G’s blog at Getting Through Anxiety. There she talks about her experiences living with anxiety and how she overcomes obstacles.  I thought it would be fitting for today.

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