Finding Magic
Sometime, 8 years ago, I wrote an honest blog wanting for someone…anyone…to recognize my self-worth. To find me special. To say that I was not an option.
8 years later, I would have the most magical, open, and perfect year to teach me I had been asking the wrong “anyone” to find me special.
Have you ever felt your heart cracking open? I’ve mostly ever felt it in a painful way. Though, I can recall a time, a year after I wrote that blog, when I was learning how to ask for help. And then when I was in grad school learning that I had grown up too early and certain things I’d always ignored were in fact not okay. Then when I first step foot in an Al-Anon meeting. And most recently when I finally told him to never speak to me again.
It feels as though I am tugging at the edges of my heart as though I’m ripping open a buttoned-down shirt. There is sunshine and immense clarity in the midst of a waterfall of tears. In my case, the tears have little control. They just come. But they aren’t sad.
After all the good of this year, I have cried. I keep thinking it’s because I’m so overwhelmed with the pure love, support, joy, utter happiness, and truth I’ve quite possibly spent my entire short life looking for.
Once I delivered the letter to his work, ending it once and for all, the literal world opened up for me. Our final argument was me trying to express how I had zero control in the relationship. Everything was according to him. Feeling completely out of control, I needed to be acknowledged as an actual person with some control in the relationship. That was something he refused to do.
I accepted it. I had enough strength within me to know that I am a full-fledged human who never, ever deserves to be treated as a mannequin for only adult activities. (Seriously, I pass my medal wall multiple times a day. I’ve got stories for weeks. But his one race he ran amounted to more than I ever did…the number of times I was subjected to the one story versus being heard and respected). Okay, enough of that.
So the world opened up. I could see brightness everywhere. I finally earned a new job- a job that I had been trying to get for over a year. I was finally the me who was ready for the job. It was as if somehow all the job gods knew I just wasn’t going to be ready until I let go of the bad. I traveled with friends and hiked on grounds I’ve never touched before. On those grounds I reflected on how strong and genuine I am, continuously, with the right supports around me. I finally went back to UMass for homecoming.
When I sat in the stands among my sisters and fellow UMass alumni, my entire body fluttered. Waiting for the halftime show to start to see the Marching Band which made the entirety of my college experience, I couldn’t help but think, “I’m healing.”
The last time I had visited to interact with my sisters, I brought with me a boy who would destroy me in 3 months. I continue to want to show this part of my life to a partner. Though when I was there this year, having just let go of 8-year (time) boy, I had no inkling of wanting to share the experience. At least with anyone who didn’t want to be there. I was with me, with people who knew me, understood me, and accepted all my idiotic bossiness and craziness. The people who did not judge me for me.
I felt hugged without being physically hugged. Being me was incredibly safe. “I’m healing,” I continued over and over, to myself. There was something about coming back home that made me feel as though, this is me, unapologetically, and I needed the reminder of me when supported with love.
I told my dad the truth. After hiding the last 8-years out of “respect” I told my dad everything. About my actions and how I had let a boy treat me. There isn’t much I’d like to say about this other than the conversation resolved the bulk of my remaining grief. I let out a true sigh of relief. I concluded that if I ever must hide a relationship out of “respect” to my dad again, it’s not truly a relationship. Anyone else can fill in the lines of what it is.
The new job, I was told I wouldn’t like it from my former boss – emphasis on the former – it has been a complete dream. In that I’m always exhausted and can’t tell how many fingers I have, and that everything is blissful. I’m at a point in my career where I am able to work, really WORK, use my brain, create services, solve problems and execute solutions, all at 1000mph. I am the adult in the room trusted to do my work and expand it. With that comes a lot of responsibility. Though it is responsibility and work I was pleading to have.
Everything feels new. But mine and not judged, just cared for. I feared returning to the Maryland area initially. Now I don’t because I know my power can’t be taken away. I have actually said to myself, “I’m okay,” time after time. I mean screaming “I’m not okay” (My Chemical Romance) is still cool and all, but I actually feel okay. I wasn’t aware of what that feeling was.
I know that I’m an incredible person. I believe it. I know that no one will ever take that away from me again. I’m smart, funny, weird, romantic, a persistent advocate above all else, and special. I know me….well right now. I am pro-change.
I don’t feel the regular loneliness I would have felt this time of year: from being angrily alone or the standard second thought. Instead, I feel so content and secure with me. I’m okay with me. I have hope, real hope, that someday a man will appreciate my quirkiness and ambition…rather truly support it. I don’t feel a need to go hunting for it. I just have hope that a good man will love me in the right and safe ways.
This has been a year of magic. I owe it to all my friends who have been there with me and provided me opportunities to finally say yes to. To those friends who never gave up on me. I owe it to my dad for being my forever person. I owe it to myself for finally saying No to the one person who deserved it and deciding to live my authentic life.
- Years ago I would end a post with a playlist or a witty video. Those have been removed from the ether…somehow. However, I sincerely hope this video does not disappear. It is incredibly important. For women. For all.
- “I want a big life. I want to experience everything. I want to break every single rule there is. They say ambition is an unattractive trait in a woman. Maybe. But you know what’s really unattractive? Waiting around for something to happen. Staring out the window, thinking the life you should be living is somewhere out there, but not being willing to open the door and go out there and get it. Even if someone tells you you can’t. Being a coward is only cute in the Wizard of Oz.” -Midge Maisel, 4 minutes