Independent or Codependent?

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Even though women are independent nowadays, there is still a tendency to want to be rescued. You want to be ‘saved’ somehow from yourself, perhaps. The only person in your head who can do that is your partner. A man. We are slowly getting away from that, but then we go to the other extreme. We don’t need a man or anyone. We are perfect by ourselves. We need to be alone in order to really experience womanhood.

Both extremes are wrong, of course. Anything that isn’t in balance cannot be true. Balance is the direction that all of us strive towards. We cannot be if we are tipping towards one direction. You do not feel right somehow. That feeling of un-right will never disappear if you are in imbalance. I have gone towards both extremes in relationships. Being single for the longest time, not needing anyone, being independent. Being in a relationship, giving myself completely to the other person, being co-dependent.

Neither direction felt right, or good in anyway. I felt lost both ways. I didn’t know what was wrong, but I knew something was wrong. I had to escape, run away to another country, in order to correct the imbalance. Then again, I didn’t have to travel 3000 miles to fix the imbalance. I just had to take care of my needs. My need as a female, and as a partner. I had to remember that all of us crave companionship. We need someone in our lives to call our own, who takes care of us, who we take care of. It is a human need.

It doesn’t mean that once you are in a relationship, you stop your own life. You stop doing yoga, or manicures. You stop going to coffee with friends. You stop dancing till the sun comes up. You stop eating tubs of ice-cream and watching romantic comedies. Whatever you need to do, in order to be you, you are going to keep on doing. That is hard to do sometimes when you are in a relationship. Relationships are fun, but they are also time-consuming. You had so much more free time as a single woman. You have to remember to make time for yourself. In whatever way works for you.

I am still working on that balance myself. I veer too much to one side or the other. I think it might be a life-long journey.

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Increasing core strength leads to strength of character

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You might notice that I have talking a bit about a strong core and how it leads to a high energy and highly efficient body.

The more I learn about myself, the more I learn that I have a problem with personal power. Which is to say, I give up my personal power very easily. I give it up, or at least, I used to give it up to everyone around me, without even thinking about it. It was something I did that was normal for me.

For example, I gave up my personal power to the men I dated. They had the power in the relationship, and I didn’t think anything of it. It was the way it was for me. It was one of the myths that I perpetuated in my head. I gave up my personal power in my job, by not speaking up when I need to speak up, creating the illusion that I am meek, and that my opinions don’t count. I gave up my personal power in my family, by not standing up for my goals and dreams, and by demeaning what I want, by putting everyone else ahead of me, and agreeing with them, when they say that my goals/dreams are stupid or unrealistic.

All of this leads to a disbelief in self. Your Self grows weaker. It becomes meek. It loses power. It doesn’t believe in itself anymore. You do not follow through on your goals and dreams. Why would you? They don’t matter, just like you don’t matter.

I have found though, that the more yoga I do, the more core strengthening exercises I do, the stronger my core gets, the more personal power I build. It is odd to me when I think about it, because the more I know about my body, the more I realize the strong connection between body and mind. If you wish to change something in your body, change something in your mind and the change in your body will follow. And vice versa.

The stronger my core gets, the better I get in standing up for myself at work, home, or outside. The better I get with my relationships, because I am not just a meek individual, receiving energy, but a strong individual giving and receiving energy. The stronger my core, the better I get at my job, because I believe in my decisions and I believe in myself. I know I am a capable individual and I prove it, by doing a great job.

The stronger my core, the more I believe in my goals and dreams, the more I work towards them, the more fulfilled I feel, enhancing my life in more ways than possible.

I know I am touting this as a magic pill that cures all. It might not work for all. But for me, in my life, it has worked. And it keeps on working. I am stronger, more confident, and have more belief in myself than ever. And it is all due to some muscles in my core. J

What do you think of the connection between increased personal power and a strong core?

Read more on my blog post about a strong core here.

Criticism

I have been noticing that every word that comes out of my mouth in the past few days has been dripping with sarcasm or laced with criticism. I was just wondering what is going on. Why am I being so critical of myself and of others?

I went home yesterday and the first thing my mother says to me, is that I came home late, and I don’t do any housework.

Suddenly, the light bulb went off. This is a learned behavior for me. Wow. Its funny because I always say that I will not be critical of my children, as critical as my parents are, because it results in you never liking yourself and always thinking you are never good enough.

But surely enough, after 28 years of listening to it, I am becoming the same. I criticize, but my criticisms are in my mind funny. I make it all into a joke. I joke about the fact that you look sloppy or fat. I joke that you are lazy or you smell. I never really noticed it until now, but suddenly I see it clearly.

If  I do not stop myself and actually notice all the critical comments I am about to make and turn them into a positive comment, I am on the path to destroying people’s self esteem and my self esteem as well.

Why not be nice to people? Is it that hard? Is it that hard to say something nice?

I found that I am also extra critical of men, and I give a lot of leeway to women. In my head, women are perfect, and men are useless and a burden.

Again, this all comes from my mother’s way of thinking. She thinks that exact thing all the time, as she had a bad time with my father when they were younger, although they are happily married at the moment.

So my goal in the future is to control my criticisms, especially towards the males in my life.

What do you think of criticism? Do you think it helps or hurts the person you are handing it out to? Let me know in the comments below.

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I’m in a rut

The title of this post says it all. I feel like I am in a rut. I feel like my routine has become too routine. I need a change of some sort, something to prod me into action or prod me into something different. What should I do? I am in a relationship rut. I haven’t felt passion and lust in the longest time. I mean, it has been forever. I am afraid I am never going to fall in love again after the disastrous first love that I had. No man excites me. Am I meeting the wrong men? A lot of them either bore me to tears or just do not interest me. Is it me that is the problem here? I have no idea. But something has to change. It has been three years since my break up and while my ex has been racking up exes of his own after me, I have been single and single and single some more.

The rut has gotten so bad that I do not want to even blog anymore. What is the point of writing? Nothing new is happening. At least relationship wise. I am working on my fitness again, I keep on gaining and losing the five pounds on my belly, so it is an ongoing struggle. Besides that I think I am looking great, my body is fit, my hair is long and healthy, my face is doing alright. I am getting old, but doing well for now.

And if someone does interest me in the longest, like the guy who refuses to call back even though he is seemingly still interested, there is nothing there. We haven’t seen each other in almost a month and a half. These are not the actions of a person who is interested. I try to give leeway by saying he is busy. So I text him to say, don’t worry, if you have lost interest in me, I can stop messaging you, it is no big deal. And he messages back saying, I would love to see you soon, as soon as work slacks off a bit. What the hell is up with the mixed signals? I am confused, I need help.

I am still reading a lot, volunteering a bit, walking around downtown, going on a few dates, going to yoga religiously, drinking smoothies, trying to enjoy the summer. But I need something new. I am thinking Plenty of Fish might be a start. Lets see what developments I can report from there.

Chivalry is dead

I know what you are thinking. What a cliche term and title! Doesn’t she know that we have known about this forever? Yes, I know. I know. I am being naive if I think that men who open doors or pay for the first date or compliment you on your dress are dead and long gone. But I had hope that there are at least some men on this planet who know how to treat a lady. But I got a rude awakening yesterday when I went on the most horrible date in my life. It started alright, with the guy coming to pick me up. Great, I thought, he knows how to treat a girl. And then it went downhill. He was a bit stupid or slow, whatever it was, he didn’t do anything except smile a stupid smile and answer the questions that I could think of.

It became my responsibility to get the conversation going and keeping it kindling. Ughers! He would only repeat the questions I asked him back to me, as if that was a great feat. And then we got to the restaurant and we wanted to make sure it was open. He didn’t volunteer to go and check in the rain that was pouring on our head. No, I had to go check if the door was open. Dumbass! And then when it came to pay the bill, he didn’t grab it right away. It just sat there sitting in the middle of us. Finally, tired of this whole night, I grabbed it and paid it to get it over with.

What a crappy date! I am over it. I am done with it. Done with dating for a little bit. I have met so many crappy men in the last few months, I am considering a vow of celibacy so I never have to deal with them ever again.

In a funk

I am in a funk today. I woke up in a funk, after a long, beautiful night of sleep. I was grumpy from the get go. I was rude to everyone I met. I wasn’t a happy camper. I got to work, and it was dead. Nothing to do, I was bored and that didn’t help the funk. It made it worse. I was sent home early which wasn’t nice, but then I got to enjoy the beautiful sunshine which was extremely nice. I had an amazing nap at home, which was beautiful. I woke up feeling a little bit better, but still I am in a funk. I felt like going shopping, just mind-numbing shopping, which would make me feel temporarily better, but would be horrible for my finances in the long term. Then I decided to go to the library and get some new books maybe that would help with the funk. I got some great books, and decided to do something for myself. I got a haircut, just a little bit of a trim. Made me feel a little bit better, but not on top of the world happy that I had been for a few weeks a few weeks ago.

I wondered if it was something to do with the fact that a guy hadn’t called in two weeks. I haven’t seen him in two weeks, since Tuesday two weeks ago. Whatever. It doesn’t matter to me. OF course, it matters to me. I mean, what the hell? Nothing bad happened the last time we met, we actually enjoyed ourselves. So why hasn’t he called me? He said he is busy with a contract that is ending. Whatever, why don’t guys get it that all it takes to keep women happy is an occasional text confirming that they are still thinking of us. Ughers!

And I know I am in a funk because my period is coming up. Usually, a week before my period, I get cranky, depressed, sad. I hate it, but at least now I know why I am sad. What the reason for it is.

A funk I am in right now, but it should get better. A new summer day tomorrow. Looking forward to it.

Why are you single?

Every time I meet a new guy, he always asks me the same question, I cannot believe you are single, you are smart, and beautiful, why are you single? It baffles them that I would be single. They assume that I am picky and that is why I am single. If they only knew, I could write a book on all the men I have met and all the bad experiences I have had, with them. Some of them were losers, some of them were clingy, some of them were workaholics, and some of them were just plain odd.

I have this one guy who lives in India, who calls me at all hours of night, unaware of the time difference, he calls to say hello and see how I am doing. I have this other one who calls me just to have random, meaningless sex. Another one is so enamored with me that he wants to buy me things and take me out to dinner, and give me money. Is that what guys think a girl wants nowadays?

And the man I actually want to see, the man of my dreams, my ideal guy, the one who is perfect for me, is too busy with construction to actually see me. Bad timing. He is in construction and spring and summer time is construction’s boom time. I just caught him at the wrong time. We keep on postponing meeting up. At this rate we shall meet up in the winter of 2012. Maybe I should mark my calendar for that from now on. I am literally dying to see this man again, and he is too busy with work to make the time.

I am surprised by the number of men and women who want to marry rich. I know it is a common phenomenon among women to use their sexuality and allure as a female to snag a rich husband. But I am surprised at how many good-looking men use their looks and muscles to snag a rich female, someone who could take care of their needs, while they take care of her needs.

Are we getting lazy that we do not want to be independent anymore, or our needs getting too expensive? Is independence not a treasured commodity anymore? Why would I want someone else to take care of me? Why would I let myself get into that kind of situation where I am dependent on someone else for food and shelter?

Feeling stuck and blue

I am not having a good week. Seriously, awful. Is it a test? I dont know what it is, maybe the ups and downs are a normal part of life, or maybe it isn’t really a down, it is just my perspective of it.  Whatever it is, I cried a lot more this week, than in the past 9 months combined. I dont know whats going on with me. Hormones? No, it is the feeling of uselessness, the feeling of unmovement, the feeling of being stuck. As you know, I want to start traveling soon, and by soon, I mean, in the next year. I already have a travel partner, we already know where we want to go, the travel bug has affected my bloodstream, it has taken hold upon me. I wake up every morning dreaming about it, unless I am hungry, than I dream about food.

But because I cannot for the life of me, find a job, I am stuck. I am unable to move. I am unable to travel, until I find a steady paycheck job and use it to pay off every last shred of my mortal enemy, my student loans. The funny thing is that I used to congratulate myself on the fact that the only loan I have is student loans, not realizing that the reason I had to use loans for school, was because I spent too much money on crap, which then I used my savings to pay off. Thus, no savings, resulted in taking out student loans to pay for school. Ughers! I used to be a shopaholic, and thank God, I am not anymore, I learned my lesson, but now, I kick myself in the backside every time I remember, the thousands that I had saved up and that went down the drain. Of course, not really down the drain, it went towards providing me with life lessons, valuable life lessons about money and debt that I will keep with me forever.

Another reason I feel blue is because of a man. Of course, a drumroll isn’t needed, I only feel blue about men nowadays, as everything else in my life is in shape. Why are men the way they are? Why don’t they mean the things they say? When they say, I will call you after work tonight, does that mean, a week from today or never? I dont understand. Whenever I think a boy likes me, I get excited of course, especially when I like him back, and then nothing. Kaput! The flames are ignited and blown off as quickly as they began. What am I doing wrong? Am I doing everything right, but it is just not meant to be? Real relationships aren’t supposed to be that hard, right? I mean, you are supposed to like each other, why wouldn’t you want to see more of each other? Maybe I need to get a life, and stop bothering the people in my life who actually have lives. It seems everyone else I know is busy or stressed out about time, except me. I have oodles of it, for good reason. I actually planned it out that way. I want to be in the moment, I choose to spend time doing the things that matter. But still, when I really like a guy and he doesn’t call me back for a few days, I get blue.

Being a man-hater

I was helping my friend paint on the weekend and she had a girlfriend over. We began off with the usual niceties, how are you, hello. But not even ten minutes had passed and she began on a rampage. She had received a text from an ex-boyfriend, who was trying hard not to be an ex anymore. They had been on four dates, as both of them had broken up with their respective others, and wanted to see if they could try again. Apparently they could not. He promised her he would drop by on Superbowl weekend, and she waited. And waited. Waited on the couch. Nothing. No text message. No call. Nothing came forth. She was fuming. The next day, he calls. His phone broke. And miraculously fixed in one night.

She said, no more. We tried, this is your second strike. We are done. So they text each other, trying to fix their relationship.

Texting to fix relationships is something so new, but I feel that it is something that doesn’t really work well. Why did friends advice you in the old days not to call and break up on the phone? Why do people tell you to meet in person and break up? That is the best way to do it. There are no misunderstandings. You are doing a brave thing, standing up to someone and telling them you do not like them enough to spend time with them anymore. Texting has a lot of negatives to it. If you text someone something, there are a lot of different ways to interpret it, because there are only emotions to put on there, a smiley face or a sad face. Whereas humans have a wide range of emotions they can talk through. Also, I feel that it puts you in a negative light. Are you that much of a coward, that you cannot come up to me face-to-face and tell me you dont want to be with me anymore? Seriously?

Texting alright, but the worse thing nowadays, which guys seem to be doing a lot of, is breakuping by stopping all contacts, out of the blue. They just stop calling, emailing, facebooking, or texting. It is as if they have fallen off the face of the planet. Randomly out of the blue. My friend gave me a story. She met this guy in New York on a business trip. He is talking about them moving in together in New York. She’s looking for a job in NY. All of a sudden, he stops contacting her. Nothing to it. They were planning to go to a concert together, that she had tickets for, so she decided to do girl’s weekend at NY. They got to the concert, the first person standing there is her ex. The coward. He didn’t expect her. He also didn’t expect a glass of beer on his clothes. He deserved it.

But I have talked about this before. Men being men. I watch olden movies, and I find that men are not men anymore in this day and age. Sure, they are emotional and metrosexual. But that is not the point. That is just the outer surface.  I am talking about the inside of  man. The core. It is all putty. There is no substance to the men of today. They are not strong. They are all cowering pieces of flesh. My friend was being attacked by a bunch of guys, who were drunk and wanted her parking space. Her boyfriend was in the car behind her and he did nothing. Absolutely nothing. He just sat there, while she got bloodied up.

What is going on here? Is it North American men? Are men better in other parts of the world? I would love to answer that question for the ladies of Toronto. Because we are sorely disappointed. So so disappointed.