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Of course, let's be real here. The egg wouldn't have satisfied her in the movie and what I think I want right now ain't gonna fix a thing either. Well. Maybe just a little bit. For now, anyway.
What I want right now, really truly, is to be able to trust that this super handsome potential suitor I've been seeing is for real. And. Here's the thing. There's no real reason, except my own insecurities, preventing me from doing it. Because you see, we're at just the right point in this budding relationship that my crazy should start acting up, terrified of what one. more. disappearing act is gonna do to my faith in the male gender. Turns out that I'm in the midst of a supremely vicious cycle that happens to have everything a little pear-shaped right now.
My mama has always told me that hind sight was 20/20. It's easy to look back and see all of the things I've done wrong and even to imagine how I could've done them better. It's really really really hard, in the midst of pear-shaped madness to remember those lessons, much less find the serenity I had before the crazy came back to visit.
They say that good things come to those who wait, but waitin' is so dang hard. And waiting with any sense of integrity can be plain old agonizing. Right now, waiting is making me want to stomp my feet, throw a fit, and chase that stupid golden egg to my own inevitable demise. Or just burrow into my bed for a couple of days.
Oh. Wait a minute. I've done that.
And it repeatedly gets me.... that's right, you've guessed it! NO WHERE.
You know how the saying goes, if you always do what you've always done, you'll always get what you've always got. A self-fulfilling prophecy, if you will.
But, I'm not gonna do it this time. Nope.
One of things I remember most from the good ol'days of The Oprah Show, was Oprah quoting Maya Angelou, "when you know better, you do better." I believe I finally know better enough to understand how to do it better. This time, even if it doesn't work out or he falls off the face of the earth, I will know that I did better. I will know that I was not a victim. And, I will not be angry at him for failing to read my mind or for being flawed enough to *gasp* have more purpose in life than to simply please me.
So, this is where I change my course, scrape together all of my remaining composure, and let myself be a little more vulnerable than I'm comfortable with. It's okay to feel uneasy. It's okay to be scared strait out of my new Jessica Simpson heels. It's even okay to let this so-far great guy off of the hook that he probably doesn't even know exists.
Wish me luck, 'cause instead of diving in after that golden egg, I'm gonna sit tight, stay sweet, invest some time in learning about him, and trust that I'm gonna be okay. no. matter. what.
Cheers to moving forward,