It’s strange. You sort of wake up one day, after a period of transition, a period of loss, a period of uncertainty and realize…you are okay….as just you. You are okay alone and you are okay in your own skin. You don’t know how it happened and you don’t know what was the tipping point – did you need a certain amount of time alone, did you need a certain number of failed dates, did you need a period of loneliness, of grief, of illness or depression to get you here? But, you wake up one day and not only are you okay on your own, but you feel the most secure you have in awhile. Heck, maybe you feel the most secure you have in …well, ever.
That my friends is where I am. I felt secure when I was in a functioning relationship and knew that I wanted a different end to my life. I felt secure when I was getting high grades and receiving compliments for getting in shape. I feel secure when people are praising my calm demeanor at work or my ability to handle uncertain vacations, car repairs and health problems, but why now? I actually got told the other week by 4 different people that I was so positive; they couldn’t believe how positive I was. ME? Positive? Say it ain’t so.
I mean, life hasn’t exactly gotten any easier. If anything I’m making less money and have less love prospects than ever before – the future is uncertain, my job is a mess and my health is only so-so, but for some reason, I feel more ME than…well, than I can remember.
I have always hung onto this little picture in the back of my mind of my happily ever after. My version of life that would kick ass. I have spent countless hours working hard, playing hard and worrying needlessly to achieve this end goal. There wouldn’t be too much hardship, there would be financial freedom, there would be a doting, yet charmingly badass husband who was a lovable, yet stern father and I would find the relationship with my mother I always dreamed of. I would live in a world where there were no petty differences or misunderstandings, I would have perfect pets that didn’t vomit on my rug, I would wake up magically a morning person everyday, my job would transition into something that I not only liked, but I excelled at…and all flawlessly, without a stressful moment in sight.
Well, I can tell you my life is nothing like that. My life is not picture perfect, my finances are not secure, my cat DID in fact vomit on my rug, I’m debating hiring a cleaning lady for a one-bedroom apartment and I don’t know if and when I will ever transition into a money-making venture that lets me act as an entrepreneur and doesn’t provide daily heart arrhythmia. But, what I do know, is that for the first time in a very long time…not only am I living in the present, but I’m not really worrying that much about it either.
I have a pretty cool gig when you stop to think about how hard life can be and how much I have accomplished on my own. My loft is pretty kick-ass for my own place in a big city, my 13 year old car keeps trucking like a friend that won’t let me down and somehow I keep stumbling into decent career opportunities whether they spell long-term or not. My health is on the rise, my problems are often self-induced (aren’t everyone’s) and even though I thought I was finally ready to let love back into my life, for the first time in my life…I don’t know if I need to.
I’m honestly, truly, at least for today…okay with me. Just plain, simple, little, boring (yet quirky) me. As sad as it is, that may go down as one of my all time greatest accomplishments. The day I could genuinely say I was good enough…or let’s simplify that…I am good, or better yet, I am enough.
Sometimes your knight in shining armour is just a douchebag in tinfoil anyways. If Prince Charming is coming, well, he’s running pretty late and Juliet let me in on a little secret, her light at the end of the tunnel? Well, he turned out to be nothing but a deadend. Maybe life’s greatest love is learning to love yourself. Or maybe life’s greatest achievement is learning to live with yourself. She may have died at the stake, but I guess I would take Joan of Arc over Juliet any day. Oh, my girl Joan? That’s right bitches, she’s a ginger. So, maybe, just maybe your fairytale ending is….you.
“My life has turned into a giant pumpkin and Prince Charming is very, very late.” – Brooke Freeman, Shortland Street
The Ginga Ninja