“When you find the person you want to spend the rest of your life with you want the rest o your life to start as soon as possible.”. Although it’s a good quote this is the reason I am such an over-stresser when it comes to relationships. Some of us have burned in our minds that if we feel a special connection with someone he should want to see us and talk to us all the time. Otherwise they don’t like us at all. Talk about toxic and self-destructive! This is what’s been burned into our minds by Disney and fairytales and stories of exceptions about people we’ve never met. Yeah, well I’ve played telephone and chances are that story is over fabricated by the time it’s getting to me. Yes, big love and great love does exist and I believe that it does come out of nowhere sometimes, but I also know that it takes work and patience to get through the “dating” phase. It down right sucks. You never know when or if he’s going to call, we’ll tell ourselves “I’m sure he’s just like all the rest of them” until he finally does call and then we’re so elated that we probably scare the crap out of him. It’s that phase of doubt where insecurity can eat you alive and a text message that’s a day later than it should be might just send you over the edge. Why? Why can’t we just be patient. I get a little discouraged with my career sometimes but I know in my heart an most of the time in my mind that I will fulfill my destiny, I will be great and I will make my dreams come true. So why on earth is it so much easier to be completely negative about my love life. I’ve been trying so hard. I finally met a real honest nice guy. He is so nice and we talk for hours bout everything and nothing all at the same time. He’s cute and I feel amazing when I’m with him. I’ve been so positive because I’ve never met anybody quite like him. I keep thinking maybe this will be different, maybe he won’t break my heart. But the more the “dating” phase proceeds the more I begin to doubt the optimism and wonder if once again I misread the signs and he really wasn’t that into me. Why? If it’s meant to be, it will find it’s way. I must find the patience to move forward, the love in myself to be happy either way and an attitude that says “if it’s not him, imagine how much better the person you are supposed to be with is.”. I think that might be the key. That and maybe a glass of wine!
“Love yourself first and everyone else will follow!”
