Promise

I promised myself I wouldn’t have expectations- but then I missed you

-truth is, I’m just jealous that other people can have you

I promise you that I tried not to care – but then I heard from you

-and was angry that it took so long

I promise you that I tried not to show it -but then you teased me

-and it was hard to accept that you couldn’t feel the pain welling in my heart

I promise you I tried to hide it – but then you exposed me

-which made me embarrassed that my expectations turned to jealousy, anger, hurt

I swear I was trying to tell you safely through text – but then you called- repeatedly

-and I was too deep in my feelings and scared….too shy,  to face you

I promised myself  I would  listen- but this time felt so much like last time

-I was lost in the caution that this could be the end

I promise you I tried to fix it -but you deflected; told me to move on

-how could I not feel abandoned by your unwillingness to fight for us?

I swear I tried only to love you- and instead I lost you…and my way

-left regretting that we can’t turn back time and do this day….hell,  maybe all the days, over again

I promise you I wanted….no needed..to be wrong- and then you proved me right

-your silence remains your loudest response

I promised. I promise, I promised.  And you made promises too- but maybe it’s just time to realize

– a promise can truly be a comfort to a fool…..

Wanted: A Magician

Like most women who meet a guy who feels too good to be true, one of my girlfriends is afraid to like the man she is dating and is crawling away from flirting with the idea of blocking her blessings and instead running straight towards it at full speed. I know this feeling all too well and I love her so I get right into therapist mode, call out the behavior and begin encouraging her off the cliff of no return.

He makes her happy. She smiles when she talks about him. I mean she is telling me about this man making her feel “butterflies”…..if you’ve ever felt them you know how profound this is…… and how natural it is to talk to and spend time with him. He’s attentive, responsible, mature, willing and just as cautious as her. His greatest downfall may be the one thing that he isn’t -a magician. See this man would have to be one in order to achieve the one miracle needed to get the girl- the ability to heal her heart and erase her memory. I don’t know him but my money is on him doing this if he could.

I focus on the butterflies….how rare and beautiful they are. I remind her how we search far and wide for that feeling and what an accomplishment it is to finally find it. I encourage her to embrace and capture those butterflies so they never leave.

I focus on their natural comfort. How rare it is for people to connect and talk for hours like old friends. How the most valuable relationships tend to share this narrative. I encourage her to keep talking, stay open, keep building.

I focus on their shared pain. I encourage her to feel safe knowing he understands and values her pain/caution especially as he holds his own. I paint a picture of a man who has been wronged and therefore is not likely to wrong someone else. I offer my opinion. “He knows what it feels like to be hurt, why would he hurt you? I mean, who does that?!” This is our favorite question to ask each other after all, and we share a much needed laugh.

I focus on her fear being normal and more importantly, valid. “If you weren’t scared you’d be dumb”, I tell her. She was about to be tearful but we share another laugh because she knows I mean it. I tell her that her anxiety is the spirit of her “ex hurts” (i.e..the exes who have caused emotional damage) trying to keep her hurt and alone. I remind her that the devil’s a liar so she has to remind him “not today!” every time he appears in the form of these old, tired memories.

I focus on the past and regret. I encourage her to remember hers. I speak of the benefit to learning from both of them so she doesn’t make more mistakes or harbor more regrets. I remind her how it feels to play shoulda, woulda, coulda and advise her to let him mess this up so she can walk away knowing she did everything she could with no apology.

I focus on her. I see her for who she is, who she was, who she wanted to be, who she deserves to and can/will be. I highlight how she deserves to have a man who leaves her feeling this way. I beg her to not block her blessings and to let this man love her. I see her smile despite herself at this idea, and I am certain in that moment that all of this is only her brain rejecting what her heart is craving.

I sigh as I witness another woman risk having it all because once upon a time she believed in the wrong fairy tale.

And now I lie in bed praying for the courage, tomorrow, to take my own advice.

Random conversation

I was talking to a young woman I know about eyebrow threading and my preference to it over waxing. We acknowledged that threading hurts a lot more but I offered that the results are cleaner with threading.  She was focused on the pain though. This is how the conversation ends:

Her:  How do you stand the pain?
Me:  Pain is temporary.
Her: LMFAO
Me: What?
Her:  Pain is not temporary.
Me:  Not for victims. Only for survivors.
Her:  Real shit.
Me:  I know.

I hope she walked away realizing that your relationship to something is dependent upon how you choose to look at it. Photographers and artists create masterpieces by seeing beyond what the eyes view. In my opinion, this is also the “art” of therapy. If I stay stuck in the problem that caused my patient to seek treatment how do I show them out of it?

I don’t ever want to disrespect or belittle the fact that there are people who have been victimized beyond their control but I will always argue that each of them holds the power to decide whether they are victims or survivors of said victimization.

It’s all about how you CHOOSE to look at something. We cannot choose how people treat us but we can and must choose how to respond.

My Inspiration

The first boy I remember loving and wanting to impress wasn’t impressed by me at all. I questioned if he loved me on various occasions because at times it felt more like extreme dislike or hate. I was a real inconvenience for him. Couldn’t go out with friends; had to babysit me. Couldn’t do what the average teenager was doing after school; had to take me to ballet class. Couldn’t make one fluff sandwich; had to make two. Couldn’t be the only child; had to share everything with me.

Because of this, my mission became one of gaining his favor. As a result, most of my decisions and actions growing up were fueled by an intense desire to gain his approval.

I remember three things about my journey into womanhood. 1. My mom telling me “make sure when you walk down the street you can walk with your head up high knowing no man you pass has your ticket.” (I thought- what the hell is a ticket and why would some random guy have it?) 2. My dad saying “don’t ever make me say I told you so.” (I questioned : about what dad? You never told me anything!) 3. Knowing that I didn’t want to do anything that would bring shame to my brother. (Clear enough. No questions asked)

When I was in high school and girls my age and younger were dating and jumping into womanhood I was not. Instead of chasing boys I was chasing levels, trying to find the mushrooms and defeat the dragons. I was gaining his favor by mastering Super Mario Brothers.

Nintendo was the craze back then and he had one. I’m sure he had other games too but the two that I remember most are Duck Hunt and Mario. I would watch him play for hours. His friends would come over, cheering each other on, having fun and I’d be in the background unable to take part. I decided then that the only way to move from burden to cool little sister would be to learn and dominate their craft. I had to show him how cool I was so ……..I did.

If ever I was in the house without him I would play. I began to love it too and with that I got better and better. When I did something really great like find hidden treasures or pass a hard level I would pause the game until he and his friends came back inside so they’d see it. They’d all be impressed and sometimes they’d ask how I did it because they couldn’t believe I did. So I would show them and when I did, I was no longer invisible. He’d want to play with me. He would call me downstairs when he was beating a new level to show me the tricks. The pride I saw in his eyes and the closeness I felt no longer allowed me to feel like “just a burden.” I think I might have thought he finally found me to maybe….actually….be cool.

He didn’t just teach me to love Super Mario but he also introduced me to another love we share- football. I watched my first NFL game with him. He set up lounge chairs in the basement tv room and we watched a Chicago Bears game. Didn’t understand a damn thing that was happening but he explained it and I was introduced to William “Refrigerator” Perry. When I went to college, he’d come to my dorm to watch the games with me. Now we watch them together at our parents’ house with our sons.

We also watched The Honeymooners and The Three Stooges. Our New Years tradition used to be watching The Three Stooges Marathon. I didn’t know this then but I definitely know today that I learned to love and appreciate laughter because of him. I also learned what it meant to depend on a man, to share moments with a man and to stand up to a man because of him.

Not sure if he knows this but….because of him and his love of video games at 13 yo I had my first kiss in our basement while I sat watching him and a few of his neighborhood friends playing Nintendo. If my first kiss who is also my first crush (who still reduces me to a school girl when I see him all these years later ?) is reading this he’s probably uncomfortable with this disclosure but hopefully he knows that our relationship today is as important to my journey as the kiss was back then.

When I think about how my obsession with pleasing my brother made me excel at a video game and brought me to my first crush I also realize that it also stopped me from wanting to engage in more girly activities and is probably the real reason some of my closest friends are male and my first kiss/crush has always been my most innocent memory. I won’t lie though- I always wonder what would’ve happened if I pursued my crush after that kiss.

In hindsight this desire to keep my ticket, not hear the dreaded “I told you so” from my dad and make my brother proud may also have been the start of my pursuit of unattainable approval. In short, my parents and my brother were disappointed by me eventually whether they know it or not and I didn’t always capture the approvals I sought, including my own.

I wanted to be the perfect daughter, the perfect little sister, the perfect everything for everyone but that never led to me allowing myself to be the perfectly imperfect me.

I won my brother over with a video game and I think that made me believe I could maybe win other people over too….if I was nice enough, supportive enough, understanding enough. I became a people pleaser who always wanted to gain favor. However, I have yet to gain any worth having. My brother was probably my easiest male feat. After all, the odds were in my favor. Today I’m wiser, more secure and no longer seeking the approval of anyone. He taught me that I didn’t have to because I already secured the one that meant the most.

My brother is the craziest, fiercest, funniest, most intense big brother a perfectionist could ever have. He stood up for me when no one else did and has saved my virtue and my life on countless occasions and because of that I thank my parents every day for buying him Nintendo.

To my brother: I am grateful that I had to work for your favor and it wasn’t just handed over to me out of obligation. Makes it WAY more special.

I’m also grateful that men have disappointed me and that I refrained from certain things out of fear of losing favor. But mostly I’m glad that today I get to tell my brother what he has meant to me.

Happy Birthday to the man who inspired my confidence to fight hard and win and then laugh about it later!!!!

If you weren’t in Jamaica that night you wouldn’t know how real this is! #respectRobinsonsiblings

Love,
Your little sister

Make Lemonade…..(part 3)

Those who know me best, know that I don’t have time or energy to wallow in how bad something feels. It’s always “on to the next.” I can cut you off and never tell you why because I’ve found that my adversaries tend to know when they have done dirt and only acquiesce to victim in order to garner attention and support. I have neither to waste. “If I cut you off, chances are you handed me the scissors”, should be a bumper sticker on my car. I don’t crave friends, attention or company. I’m naturally a private person and I tend not to share my feelings, so instinctively when I’m going through it and things are hard I retreat even further into private mode. It works for me. However, situation after situation, I saw where this was helpful to me but harmful to some of my relationships.

Let’s get personal………….

Years ago when my marriage was ending my closest friends and even members of my family had no idea until years into our separation and some not until years later after I finally filed for divorce. As a result, you can imagine many of them were deeply offended some of whom still don’t speak to me 11 years later. I meant no disrespect or harm to them. It’s just my nature to handle things on my own. Not because I’m so strong and fierce that I don’t need help and not because I don’t value my friends and family. I’m definitely not any version of that superwoman BUT I am a woman who doesn’t like distraction and tends to hone in on her task at hand. In other words, if complaining won’t help, I’m not doing it. The irony is that many of these same people taught me that complaining to the wrong people just invites judgment and vulnerability that you don’t need into an already difficult situation.

Before I could invite everyone else’s opinion in, I had to come to terms with the embarrassment, pain, and meaning for me and possibly for my son. I had to pick up the pieces, learn about myself, and make a plan that made sense for  my son and I, NOT for everyone else. I had to mother my child and decide what kind of ex-wife/single mother I was going to be. None of that could be accomplished on the phone bashing him to all of  my family and girlfriends, adding him to the “men ain’t shit” list women have been crafting for decades or by dwelling on how sad, angry, violated and betrayed I felt by not just him but by everyone who contributed to it. In this case, outside perspective would not have been helpful.

My most valuable lesson from this was learning the difference between inconvenience and a crisis. The end of my marriage wasn’t a crisis, despite feeling like one. It was, however, an inconvenience. My crisis was initially not knowing the difference. It took waking up (literally and figuratively) and finally realizing that myself and my son were A okay by ourselves to experience the perfect freedom- a freedom I wish for everyone finding themselves in a place of crisis and/or inconvenience. It is the only place where change is no longer an annoying telemarketer you avoid but instead the best friend whom you welcome in…that tall glass of whatever that relaxes  you and offers new perspective after a long day.. What does this freedom look like?  Well, the beauty of it, is that it is entirely up to you. For me, it is how I am able to craft this blog and share feelings and ideas I typically refrain from sharing.

In one of my favorite movies, The Sound Of Music, upon embarking on a new unplanned journey that she was weary about, Fraulein Maria said “when the Lord closes a door, somewhere He opens a window.” Her belief in this allowed her to accept the challenge and move forward,  open to whatever came next and to find the lesson in it. The beauty of this movie is how much it mirrors real life. The Von Trapp family had no idea what she would bring to their lives and she was tested time and time again. How she gained control in each situation was by refusing to be the victim and allowing everyone to show themselves, without them ever realizing that was what they were doing. She never responded how they expected when she was faced with adversity, which kept them interested in what she would do next. However, despite initially being open, she questioned whether the purpose she found was her true purpose after all and slammed her “window” shut. It wasn’t the purpose/reasoning she was looking for and because of this, she rejected it all together. Sound familiar?

This line stayed with me since I first saw this movie as a child. I remember asking my mother what it meant and feeling protected as she explained it. It is this reframe that has built me not to fall victim to circumstance but instead be open to finding my proverbial windows. Now I’m not perfect. I definitely engaged in nonsense and allowed myself to get baited into negative dialogue and behavior. My hurt definitely showed itself. Today, I understand that every behavior serves a function. It wasn’t until I realized that my behavior’s function was counterproductive to the peace I was craving that I was able to take a step back and change my approach.

As I reconstructed my life sans husband, my greatest accomplishments could no longer be all the things society said women my age should  have completed (i.e…marriage, motherhood, etc..) in order to be worthy but instead became all of the things the odds said I wouldn’t be able to accomplish because of what occurred in my life up until that moment. (that’s a blog post all of its own!)

This became a challenge to do something I have always struggled with- relinquish control – and trust the process. I had to stop waiting for him to “just do xyz “ and trust that I can get back to abc on my own. I learned to “let go and let God” manage the deliverers of disrespect who searched far and wide for me during my divorce and gave life to ONLY what opened my windows wider. This change of focus allow me to succeed personally and professionally. I was able to complete my masters degree, obtain a job in my field of interest, raise an AMAZING, happy, resilient now 11 yr old son, buy my first home, and allow myself to fall in love again. The sun is  still beaming through my windows!!

My mother raised me to believe that though I would want a man, I didn’t “need” one. When we first split I believed that I needed him to stay. Needed him to want me. But he didn’t. Eventually, his behavior and the broken promises stopped being because of how complicated our relationship had become and became quite simply an indication of how much I needed him to never return. This is when what my mother taught me made sense. So….my translation- if I didn’t need a man to make me happy, I definitely didn’t need one to make me feel this bad either. Now, don’t get me wrong. I tried to save my marriage because I value commitment and the idea of “til death do us part” BUT like all relationships, a marriage is only as good as the sum of its parts. And as a woman who knows her limits I could not ignore the fact that one can only bend as far as their boundaries allow. I wanted my marriage to last but I needed to not have to sell my soul to make it happen.

To be  fair- it wasn’t all bad but the value in living good with others is knowing that its easier to remember what hurt than what felt good. And to be honest, I have always learned more from the bad than the good.

I say all of this to say, we tend to be comfortable in crisis and uncomfortable with change. Until we make a shift, our path remains monotonous and the scenery never changes. We just keep passing the same areas, time and time again, wondering why we seem to be traveling in circles.

So what should you do?

Well….change sometimes happens best slowly and in small doses. Start by taking note of your current scenery. Notice the areas you’ve passed on multiple occasions that symbolize your rut and retrace your steps. Surely you missed opportunities for diversion. Was it because you weren’t ready to choose an alternative route? Was it because you always manage things that way and refused to change? Or maybe because you are still waiting for someone else to change first?

Victims- wait to be saved. Wild cards-save themselves. Which one are you?

Make Lemonade……. (part 2)

The picture is clearer from the outside looking in than from the inside looking in.

Because of this, despite how frustrating it is to feel judged- sometimes we need to LISTEN to perspective. Not listening to things we don’t want to hear is definitely common and sometimes completely warranted but one of the greatest mistakes we make in life, is choosing to not listen period. By doing so, we miss good intention, good advice, alternative views, things we hadn’t considered, and often the things we didn’t want to hear but NEEDED to. If you don’t want to utilize whatever jewels are offered in these moments, that’s your choice but I suggest that you put them in your toolbox for later. Trust me- one day you may find that they may prove useful.

With age (not necessarily by years but by days) and time comes wisdom. We are who we are today because of what life has taught us through our upbringing, experiences, and what we did with all those moments when we were forced to fight to catch our breath. If we didn’t trust ourselves to analyze those experiences and make meaning of them, we basked in all we didn’t have and didn’t do, losing valuable time wherein we could be accessing better than what we wanted to have and dreamed of doing. We are all guilty of this in some area of our life. Problem is- it defaults us to feeling victimized, robbing us of an opportunity to feel like and BE a survivor. Let’s put this in perspective.

In part one I mentioned assuming the role of victim or wild card. I’ll explore that more here:

VICTIM: When you occupy this role, folks know what comes next. It’s all eyes on you as you structure the grandest pity party laden with “whoa is me!”,  “can you believe he/she/they would do that to me?”,  “I don’t know what I’m going to do now!” and/or any variation of the three. People tend to hate being around you in this state though because people who dwell in problems bring down your spirit. And don’t let this be a repeat situation that you have fallen victim to before because now sympathy and empathy are long gone and folks are completely disinterested in hearing ANYTHING you have to say about a situation they feel you didn’t learn from the first three times it happened.

WILD CARD: When you occupy this role, by the nature of its definition, no one knows what to expect from you. You are unpredictable and your value can only be determined by who holds your card- YOU. In my humble opinion, this is where ALL of your power lies. You let the situation play out and ignore the incessant need to react and be heard. Instead you watch. You allow them to show their hand and remain uncommitted to any form of resolution. This is confusing for your adversary (more so when you have routinely assumed the victim role) and empowers their interest in drawing you out. However, you have the upper hand. You can’t be drawn out because you know that they are trying to revert you back into your previous role. Once there, they can control you and make you resume feeling bad and believing that feeling better lies only within your engaging with them. You have to play smart here. If you are not careful this is where you can get baited and lose control. Nothing is worse that confidently dropping a WILD card only for your opponent to drop a WILD/Draw Four, putting you back under their thumb scrambling to decide which road to take next.

Take home message:  Life sucks. We hurt people and they hurt us. We can’t get stuck here, though. Every experience is a learning experience and sometimes the lessons come fast and furious and sometimes they come slowly. Regardless of their delivery the value comes from your ability to recognize that help doesn’t always look like help. FACT: sometimes the people who hurt you the most, turn out to be the most valuable contributors to your story.

Stay tuned……Part 3 coming soon……

“When life hands you lemons, make lemonade.”

So cliche that the power of the meaning gets lost. Life deals us a hell of a blow sometimes and while we sit completely engulfed in the distress of the moment and try to catch our breath we rarely focus on what comes next. We spend so much energy and time worrying about how to survive moments that we forget (or ignore) focusing on how to use them as springboards for our next move.

I’m not sure that I ever consciously thought about this before but for years I have prided myself on not dwelling on what feels bad. Whether that was because of my resilience or my commitment to not letting anyone or anything get the best of me, is unclear and probably irrelevant as far as my drive goes. However, this notion has been vital in terms of my survival and growth.

Therapists are considered to be all about the problem. My friends and clients, however, have had the opposite experience with me. I’m not fully solution focused but I do lean more towards the “okay. It’s unfortunate that things worked out like that but what are you going to do about it?” versus “ohhhh. Tell me more about how much that hurt.” The validation comes from my acknowledgment that the situation is difficult but my purpose comes from empowering their identification of the solution.

We tend to think that others are the bearer of the solution because subconsciously it feels safer that way. ‘If I hold the burden of the problem, someone else can figure out how to fix it.’ Makes sense that you wouldn’t want to feel bad about being in a situation and then feel bad that you can’t get out of it, right? Well, failing to realize that the solution lies within yourself allows you to be stagnant and stuck. While absolving yourself from responsibility and putting power over your life in someone else’s hands, you are making yourself powerless to them, which sits you comfortably in the victim role.  Because personally, I see no empowerment in that, in the era of ‘take several seats!”, I choose to duck, duck, goose my way right past ‘victim’ and instead choose to assume MY seat at the head of the table as the ‘wild card’.

I believe that once I’ve turned a situation inside and out, identified the players and the energy driving them (including my own), the problem has served its purpose and now its time to learn from it and move on. Moving on doesn’t mean no longer caring about it, though. Quite the contrary. In fact, I choose to never stop caring about what caused my wounds because for me- moving on is the act of being purposeful with my newfound knowledge and deliberate with my execution and delivery of it. Remembering my pain and discomfort, keeps me honest to my purpose every day. Sounds easy, but could feel impossible.  Well life has proven that those are two sides of the same coin.

Getting past difficult moments and not holding on to negative feelings definitely feels impossible at times. (Point of clarification: holding on to negative feelings is NOT the same as remembering your pain). When people advise us to ‘get over it’ or tell us ‘let it go’, we can feel like we are speaking two different languages. We may vacillate between anger- “STFU! How can you tell me how to feel?” and sadness-“I wish it was that easy! You have no idea what this feels like!”

Fact- NO ONE experiences your pain the way you do so they actually can’t tell you HOW you should feel.

BUT……

Once someone who has worried about something tirelessly realizes it wasn’t worth an ounce of energy they gave it, and witnesses you knock on that door ignorant to what’s behind it, you have made it very easy for them to tell you what you should and should not do. Because, they’ve already walked the path and know where it ends they will try to help. They’ll offer you the map (their map) and try to spare you the pain of climbing the rocky side of the mountain (hurt) and direct you to the smooth trail (eff ‘em) and you won’t appreciate it. Though paved with good intention, this puts you both in the throws of an impossible feat, because neither validates the other. Your journey is not up to them and you can’t rationalize feeling delivered from pain while pain is all you know. 

So although no one feels the same as you about any situation you are experiencing, they may understand and/or relate to certain dynamics of the situation, which brings perspective. And from perspective (as it relates to actual experience) comes a level of discernment that may be helpful in thwarting the depth of your plunge and/or digging you out of the dark hole. Now that’s not so bad, is it? After all, isn’t life too short to make all the mistakes, yourself?

……stay tuned for part 2……….COMING SOON

Pick Your Poison….

I recently learned a valuable lesson about comfort and exploration. I spent the last nine years working for an agency doing work that I LOVED with a population I have dedicated much of my career to- but work that was not allowing me to fulfill my potential. In hindsight I see that there were many occasions wherein the universe sent me messages to move along my journey, which I repeatedly ignored, until ignoring them was no longer an option.

When the end of that leg of my journey came sooner than I wanted, at first I was sad because I knew I’d miss the work. However, as the days went on and more and more opportunities presented themselves the universe made three things painstakingly clear. First, I did miss the work but I did NOT miss my job. Second, I was doing the work I loved in the wrong environment. And third, and most important, doing the work I loved in the wrong environment at a job I didn’t love, was a huge injustice that so many of us do everyday. Because of that, something that I encouraged so many of my clients not to do, I had been guilty of for nine years. I had done what many of you may be doing right now in some aspect of your life- blocking my blessings.

The people  the universe spoke through, who tried to encourage me to expand my horizon and see my worth, knew I was comfortable and complacent. My defense to them, despite having had other ambitions, was that I knew that I had found my calling and didn’t need to jump ship like everyone else still searching for their purpose. Today I know that though this sounds good in theory, I didn’t just find my calling during those years. I had also picked my poison…the hill I was going to die on.

This blog is part of my new round of blessings. It’s my demonstration of openness to previously unrecognizable possibilities and desire to share what I’ve learned through my transition with hopes of encouraging and supporting all of you as you navigate yours.

This is where we will discuss the everyday struggles that make us comfortable and complacent. Where we address taboo issues and say things that aren’t easy to say. Here, we discuss the universality of our difficulties and together unpick the poison that we’ve chosen to know and instead encourage our many new and unseen possibilities. This is our reality check. Join me and begin to unblock your blessings.

“It doesn’t matter where your journey starts; only where it ends and what you pass and pick up long the way.”

-Melanie Robinson Findlay

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