Monday, February 11, 2019

women's intuition: mine is one smart 'lil bitch

believers or non-believers, i don't really care...

i very much think ~women's intuition~ is a real thing. between my own learnings & realizations, the ones my girlfriends and my sister talk about, we're all in tune with our own intuition, and sometimes even each others. what matters is whether or not we listen to what that energy is trying to tell us. and more importantly, if we act on it.

every time sh!t goes south in my love life, i can't help but laugh because at least once, twice, maybe even six times, i told myself or a friend i knew the falling out would happen. i saw the red flags. well, my intuition did because in real life, i was all "suddenly, i cannot see."

FOR EXAMPLE:

my ex i kicked out. when i started dating him, i knew he wasn't my forever. i told my mother from the get-go that this was "temporary." throughout our time together, i had blips of extreme content where i thought maybe he was, but give him a few months and he'd remind me why he wasn't the man i'd spend the rest of my life with. inconsistent, unmotivated, complacent, etc. etc. etc.
with my "friend with benefit." the night we met, i told my girlfriends i thought he was a brothe kind of guy who puts his friends and partying first, leaving you a forever afterthought. he was a charming son-of-a-bitch though, and blinded me 'til i finally woke the f*%k up and got out of the situationship faster than i got in it.
with my first "real boyfriend." he was 17 and i was 14, something was clearly wrong. i lost everyone close to me dating him for as long as i did, after all that he did. yearssss of backstabbing, emotional abuse, name-calling. (fast forward ten years: he got a girl my younger sister's age pregnant, with a precious daughter. karma, you do exist.)

& the list goes on, and on, and on...

now you go ahead, give it a try. think about the times you ended up in situations you knew you shouldn't have been in before you got there, the times you got hurt and knew your heart would break the exact way it did, the times you were disappointed and knew you were going to be let down from the start, yet you found a tiny bit of hope to think maybe, you wouldn't...wrong-o!

we need to start listening to the tiny voices in our heads, hearts, belliesaka, our intuition. it's how we can save ourselves. it's how we'll stop wasting the energy that can be used elsewhere, positively. we need to stop listening to the loud, overpowering voices in our heads, hearts, belliesthe ones that bully us into thinking we should do something when we v obviously shouldn't.

don't text him even though you want to see his response. (if he even responds.)
don't go to his apartment late night thinking something good will come from it. (it never does.)
don't make that snarky remark to see how someone reacts. (it's never in your favor.)
don't half-ass something because you're too scared to throw yourself into something. (it'll never succeed.)

i recently had my chakras read. yes, i'm into "that" kind of stuff. and i was not surprised at all about what the healer had to say about me, especially when she told me about my "anja" chakra, my third eye. the chakra responsible for your intuition, your imagination, your creativity, etc. she told me it was open, but not activated...which means i acknowledge it, but i don't act on it. in other words: my intuition tells me something, and i respond with: go f*%k yourself. 

if our female bodies are graced with this incredible power to feel when something is so wrong for us, why cause such an injustice to ourselves and not listen to it? we need to stop pretending we're beautiful 'lil fools, and stand tf up and honor these consciences we've been magically blessed with. let go when your heart tells you to, walk away when your brain tells you to and most importantly, stay true to yourself when your intuition tells you to. ✨



Thursday, January 17, 2019

KICKED MY BOYFRIEND OUT & NOW, HERE I AM


i'm sitting on my new couch i can barely afford, crying over a bottle of sauv blanc and a half smoked joint. it's been four months since i kicked my boyfriend of 5+ years out of our apartment in jersey citya city directly across the hudson river from manhattan. let me re-phrase that: my apartment...that we never would've gotten approved to live in if it wasn't for my ideal credit score and clean criminal background. when he left, i immediately threw our furniture out.

why? two reasons.

one: i f*%king hated almost everything. the couch was horrendous, a craigslist buy, two different color browns & ripped, courtesy of my ex's poorly manicured dog. our "tv stand" was a bad ikea dresser, not matching anything, filled with all his work clothes. (that i almost always washed, dried and folded.) a drool-stained accent chair sat in front of our authentic brick wall and was actually deemed the dog's chair. i dreaded the day a guest sat on itoh wait, that never would've happened since i never hosted people at our apartment due to the embarrassment of the look, smell and uneasy tension that filled the 625sqft. space.

two: i am a runner. when something goes south, i need to get myself right tf out of the situation. after i kicked him out, i knew i needed to replace the furniture because it would've stalled my long distance sprint. within weeks, my girl pad was complete. a plush couch, pops of color and a feminine airiness making the space feel so light & comforting. i never knew life in this 1-bedroom apartment without a 50lb weight of anxiety on my chest, but just like that, i can finally breathemost of the time.

as confident as i am in my decision to break up with my ex, i am lonely. call me a serial dater. i jump from relationship to relationship. i thrive off male attention, i crave it. a little too much actually, and maybe even more since losing my father. (#daddyissues.) it could be why i had something going on with another guy before officially kicking my boyfriend out. don't get your hopes up: the situationship ended just as fast as it started. some might call it karma, i call it dating in the city.

neverland, as i like to call it. the city prevents men from growing up, they'd rather stay immature, non-committal boys instead of own up to their wants and needs, find a woman and "settle down." as someone who frequents relationships, i find that terrifying. it's very stressful trying to figure out what's real and what's a manipulation move to get you in bed with them. but, thanks to a ton of "i drank too much," "i smoked too much," "i overthought too much," moments i came to terms with what life's trying to tell me: learn how to be alone.

the life i've always wanted is right in front of me, and i've been blinded from it by my ex, making me unable to appreciate it. i numbed myself from the gratitude by overindulging in anything i could drink, smoke, and sometimes snort. if i'm strong enough break up with and kick out the man i thought i'd marry, then proceed to block his number and all his social media accounts, how dare i deprive myself of my own happiness too?

that's what's motivating me.
that's why i'm writing again.

i'm doing whatever i can to stay focused, and writing helps me do that. i have allll the time in the world to myself now that i'm not running around for someone else, abiding by their schedule, exerting enough negative energy for twofour, if you count pets. things i dreamt about in high school then worked throughout college and post-graduation to obtain are here right in front of me: a career that encourages me to be passionate, the ability to eat and drink at restaurants throughout different cities, a spin and yoga-focused workout regimen, a healthy diet of fresh produce and cbd-infused drinks. (yeah, i'm that bitch.)

it's time to realize the positivity in life.
it's time to stop letting men (& myself) get in my way.

as my time single gets longer, i'm finding out how to do just that, and get ready because i'm sharing it all with you. i'm talking the good, the bad & the ugly: mental breakdowns and how i bounce back, excessive self-care rituals, pep talks I frequently give myself and my favorite, real-life dating stories about the men i meet throughout my city that'll make you say "what the actual f*%k!?", like the guy i'd been seeing who told all his friends the one thing i won't do in the bedroom, and because i'm being completely transparent, i'll let you know what that is...

stick around to see how i accept what i'm dealing with, and what i'm doing to level up
so i can get back to being the badass woman i'm meant to be,
and hopefully help you all live your best lives too.
✌️