Why do people care so much about what others think? Why is it that we need that kind of validation? Why give other people control of our own lives and destiny and happiness? If you really think about it, it’s kind of a strange behavior. We want so desperately to be happy and loved and successful … and yet… we hand over the control of those things to other people – maybe hoping that they’ll magically deliver the answers to these wants and needs wrapped in a pretty bow. What’s even stranger is that so often, if you look at who we typically allow to weigh in on these wants and needs – they are people who don’t have it figured out for themselves. What makes them experts, let alone experts in my life? It’s a strange behavior. In the end, all we have is what we make of it. In the end, there’s a strong chance that the people we give that kind of weight to today, won’t even be around. And yet, we still happily hand over the keys to our peace of mind and happiness to people who likely don’t really even know the inside of our hearts. Want to know what I think? I think it’s a lack of self esteem or self confidence.
I’ve made a pact with myself. I’m not going to do this anymore. I’m not going to look to others to validate my feelings or emotions, and I’m not going to look to others to validate my actions either. I’m going to try and start taking people’s opinions with a bit more wariness. Not because I don’t care about them, not because I don’t respect their opinions… but because I want to live my life. I want to make my own mistakes and get a little messy on occasion. Of course, there will still be moments I’ll go to others for their thoughts… but that’s just it. It’s a thought. From a biased person. Everyone is biased in their own ways. Everyone. I’m a grown up. I’ve worked hard to get where I am. I make good choices more often than not. I’m a good person. I need to trust in myself, in the things I’ve learned, the lessons I’ve been taught. I need to trust that it’s ok to not be perfect. I also need to trust in my own emotions.
I read an article today that had a phrase that I’ve seen on the net and in the blogosphere. In a relationship, the person who cares the least, has all the power. What a load of crap that is. I mean – yes – in many ways, I suppose it’s true; And how SAD is that?! Why is it that people are so afraid of emotions and feelings? What is this 1950? Are feelings and emotions still too associated with being feminine? I’d like to propose a re-wording of this phrase. The person who cares the least will act as an anchor; and can slow/halt it’s course. But the person who isn’t afraid … the person who lets themselves be real and open up and love… those are the people who give you wings, and if you let your fears down and relax … maybe they’ll teach you to fly. I’m sick of being afraid. You can’t die from a broken heart…so what’s everyone so afraid of anyway?
Hmm… that’s an interesting realization for me. You can’t die from emotions.
You get divorced – knocks the wind out of you – makes you mad, makes you sad, makes you lonely and question everything about everything…. but it doesn’t kill you. Perhaps at times you might wish it would – but it doesn’t.
Losing a child. Worst pain ever. You lose all sense of time and tense. You have a child.. no had.. wait – but he’s still mine – so have. You plan the future with your child in it – you lose them- now what… it’s a strange thing. And because grief sneaks up on you unexpectedly at times, sometimes the loss will feel fresh as yesterday, and other times it fades and is just a memory of a very painful time. But none of it kills you.
Losing friends or loved ones, losing jobs, fighting addictions…whatever the hurdle one must overcome… same thing.
Ok – so there’s no real BAD thing that can happen from embracing emotion. What good can come of it?
Friendship, Love, companionship, respect, trust, happiness, peacefulness, Joy, Elation, understanding, strength, hope…..I could keep going.
I think I’ll stick to sharing and embracing my emotions. Showing my affection. Not fearing the repercussions or heartache of losing someone who is too afraid or broken to open up too.
Off to bed now – as it’s 2:30am and I’m still up. Nightmares tonight. Going to snuggle back into my comforters, they smell good tonight…Comforting. Safe. Maybe I can bury myself in them and just dream sweet. Sigh…