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WhyDid Wisdom: Against the Grain

By |June 14th, 2012|WhyDid Wisdom|

square peg round holeHave you ever been doing something and thinking to yourself, “What the hell am I doing?”  You know you are going down the wrong path but continue on because you figure, “Hell, I’ve come this far.”?  It’s as if you’re watching yourself from the outside, but are unable to stop what’s playing out.  You’re a spectator of your own life.  You’ve got tickets to a movie you didn’t want to see and now you probably look back and wish you’d just put your foot down in the first place and said, “That’s not what I want.”

Well, as it happens, I am quite friendly with these feelings.  I let my life be guided by social “norms” for the past couple of years only to be kicked in the teeth after it all imploded and the universe had had enough of watching me squander and squirm.  I remember having a glass of prosecco with one of my best friends in between trying on wedding dresses and confessing to her that something didn’t feel quite right.  She assured me that feelings of anxiety were fairly normal, but I didn’t have the heart, or the guts, to tell her it was something more.  So I finished my prosecco, decided on a beautiful Vera Wang and continued planning a wedding and living a life that were so clearly not meant for me.

Since I was a child, I have had an alarmingly acute sense of intuition.  I have no idea where it came from and my father still tells a story of when it first became apparent.  The problem is that as the years have gone by and I lost more and more of my childlike purity of thought, I’ve lost touch with my intuition.  I’ve let other people’s perceptions of me influence who I was becoming and how I thought.  I’ve let people make me feel guilty for not seeing the good in others, but unfortunately and as it turns out, not all people are good.  My intuition was still there, but had become latent because I’d managed to always let people talk me out of it.  The combination of a big heart and laser sharp intuition are the stuff contradictions are made of.

whack a moleAs my situation continued, the uncertainty and feelings of uneasiness persisted and increased, but I just bopped them on the heads like a game of  Whack a Mole.  I was so scared to end it.  I was terrified of not fitting into the social norms and disappointing others that I didn’t listen to my own heart, my subconscious, my intuition.  When it became evident to all parties that this was a railroad engine heading straight for a brick wall, we braced for impact and let the train wreck derail.

Ironically, I consider myself lucky enough that he ended it.  The hardest part was letting go of the idea.  I knew it had been wrong all along, but was so stubborn (in my head loyal) by holding onto what I’d let others and myself tell me was right for me when in all actuality was totally wrong.  I’ve talked to more than a few women since then who have assured me that I am so fortunate to have not gone through with things.  Most of them are already divorced and still quite young and each one had had the same feelings I’d had.  And as hard as it was, I know I’m lucky.  Lucky because now I can start over.  Lucky because now I can become who I am supposed to be.  Lucky because I don’t ever have to wonder “what could have been?”  Lucky because I didn’t settle out of fear.

trainwreckWe trick ourselves into thinking and believing things that are not congruent with our true selves.  You didn’t even like that guy or want that job, so stop beating yourself up over over it.  Stop letting people tell you what’s right for you or what you “should” be doing.  Listen to your intuition.  Nobody else knows what the hell they’re doing either and many are just projecting their own feelings and insecurities about their own experiences onto you.  That’s their life, not yours and you’re not wrong for feeling what you feel.  I’ve never been wrong when I’ve had a gut feeling, but I’ve let people make me think I’m being “crazy” and in the end, I’m most angry at myself for not having listened to me.  This wasn’t the first time and it wasn’t even the last.  I’ve fallen victim to the same mistakes since then, but I’m still learning to reconnect with what’s been there all along.

We only have one shot at this.  Don’t let other people’s projections for you predict what you do and who you become.  Listen to yourself, your gut, your intuition, and don’t ever be scared to ask for what you really want.

xx,

WhyDid

Smart Is the New Pretty: Back to Reality

By |June 13th, 2012|Smart Is the New Pretty|

shopping bags

We all get a little busy from time to time, whether it be with our jobs, or personal lives, or episodes of Real Housewives (there’s like three on at once!), but that’s no excuse for being completely oblivious to the what’s going on out in the “real world” (no, not the reality show).  Here are a few headlines from the news to keep you in the know.

Now go spend some money and stimulate the economy.

xx,

WhyDid

WhyDid Wisdom: Dog Days of Dating

By |May 17th, 2012|Why Did You Date Him?, WhyDid Wisdom|

mand and his dogI’ve been irrationally angry today- though some close to me might argue that it’s actually quite rational as of late.  Luckily, they are wise enough to know not to argue with me on a day such as this… cause I’m quite likely to high kick someone given my current mood.  That’s why I figure now’s as good a time as any to drop a little dating knowledge on you ladies, and look for local singles.  Brace yourselves…

Time and time again, I hear women complaining about what dogs men are.  First of all, don’t insult dogs (and my best friend) like that.  Secondly, who do you think is to blame for men behaving so badly?  Two guesses and one of them is not his mother.

Here’s the deal… and go ahead and write this down or tattoo it on your forehead, whatever you must do to remember it… you don’t want men to act like dogs?  Don’t let them.

You see, while we can’t be held 100% accountable for the philanderings, foul play, and general mischief of men, we are responsible for what we tolerate.  You think it’s really cute that someone else’s boyfriend/husband/fiance/significant other is flirting with you?  Really?  Well, joke’s on you.  By entertaining inappropriate behavior, you’re simply perpetuating the very same douchebaggery you complain about.  You’ve made it harder on yourself and your fellow females just so you could get a little ego boost, a feather in your cap.  Worth it?  Yeah, didn’t think so.  And let’s be serious, do you really want to be with someone who would step out on his lady?  Spoiler alert: a man who cheats with you, is going to cheat on you.  Sure, you’ve filled her spot… but your mistress role is now open and I hear he’s taking applications.

The same holds true for the other side of the coin.  You have a guy in your life who is acting like a complete and utter ass?  While it may feel as if he’s holding all the cards, you, my dear, are actually the one in power.  My grandma Betty (Mee Maw) said, “A lady always allows a man to be a gentleman.”  Such a simple, yet forgotten truth.  You won’t get any less than you think you deserve.  So, stop acting like cheap two bit hussies and make a man work for it.  If you’re willing to settle for scraps, that’s precisely what you’re going to get: scraps.  Are we really so desperate to have a man in our lives that we’re willing to settle for subpar?

Now, I know some of you are probably rolling your eyes (I see you) because you think this doesn’t apply to you.  What’s the harm in a little flirtatious fun or spring fling?  Maybe it doesn’t affect you right this second, we are, afterall, a society of instant gratification, but in the long run, you’ve set yourself and women back ages.  You think you’re being a feminist with free love, but what happened to having a little respect for yourself and your X chromosome counterparts?  I call that modern day feminism.

And for heaven’s sake, don’t think for one second that I’m here on a soap box or my high horse (I wish I had a pony).  I couldn’t even possibly begin to dish out advice on something I, myself, haven’t encountered.  I’ve played into this shit a time or two (too many).  Well, guess who I’m not dating/marrying?  Any of those guys.

Here’s the deal, if your dog continuously shat on the floor, you’d reprimand him, no?  The same should hold true for the men in our lives.  If you wouldn’t tolerate it from Fido, don’t tolerate it from Frank.  You don’t want men to act like scum?  Don’t let ’em.

xx,

WhyDid

 

image via NY Times

WhyDid Wisdom: Word to Your Mother

By |May 13th, 2012|WhyDid Wisdom|

Back in October, I wrote a post for Lucky Magazine about my “best connection.”  It was without question my mother.  Though we have our trials and tribulations and we will probably never agree on appropriate hem length, she is my best friend and I know that she will always be my biggest supporter as well as clearest voice of reason.

This past year, several of my friends took the first steps into the journey of motherhood. Being around them and seeing all that they go through on a day to day basis, I appreciate what my mom did for me and my brothers even more.  Being a mother is, no doubt, the most important job a woman can ever have.  So, if you haven’t already, be sure to call your mother and let your friends who are mothers know just how wonderful and special they truly are.  Without them, none of us would be here.

Mom's shoes

Throughout the years, friends have come and gone.  I’ve met some of the greatest women in the world and called them my friends, but the one woman who stands out in my mind has been there since the beginning.  She’s seen me at my best and at my very worst and never, ever left my side.  That very special lady happens to be my mother.  I know, I know, it sounds so trite, but it’s the truth.

I would say, I’m a fairly feminine gal, and I’m willing to bet my ruffled bloomers that my mom instilled that in me from a very early age.  You see, after having two adorable little boys, she was overjoyed to finally have her own little mini me—and who could blame her?  For as long as I can remember (and as far back as photos can document), I was always dressed to the nines with ruffles, bows, and anything pink.  Despite my then bald head, there was no way of mistaking me for a little boy.

baby Kirsten

While as a teenager, I thought I was much cooler than I ever really was and probably didn’t treat my mother the way I wish I would have.  That didn’t discourage her though.  She tolerated my eye rolls and temper tantrums knowing that one day I’d come around.  And come around I did.

While perusing old yearbooks one day, a friend of mine asked, “Don’t you wish you looked like your mom?”  I wasn’t exactly sure how to take that comment, but there’s no denying what a classic beauty my mom is.  So, yes, I would love to look just like my mom.  Never wearing much more than some lipgloss and mascara, my mother always looked fresh and polished.  While I’d dabbled in the overdose of makeup that all middle school girls go through, I eventually realized that my face and neck should match and learned that less is more. Something my mother knew all along.

It’s funny as you get older how much you see yourself in your parents.  Looking back, there are so many things that my mother and I had in common.  I remember once needing a dress for a formal and not being able to find anything interesting.  I called my mom and told her I was thinking about wearing a nightgown as a dress.  I had expected her to be appalled, but instead she chuckled and told me she’d done the same thing at my same age and it had turned out to be one of her favorite outfits of all time.

Mother Daughter

She’s always been my best shopping partner because I know she’ll tell me the truth without any hidden agenda or sugar coating.  From highschool proms to college formals, I always knew who to ask.  That’s why when it came time to shop for the most important dress a girl will ever wear, I needed to have my mother right by my side.  As tears welled up in her eyes, I knew that dress was “the one.”

To me, style is innate.  Every time I see my mom, she is still just as beautiful and pulled together as she’s always been.  I can thank my mom for so many things: my sense of humor, my big heart, and blue eyes.  What else I can thank her for?  My style.

xx,

WhyDid

WhyDid Wisdom: S.O.S. (Save Ourselves)

By |May 10th, 2012|WhyDid Wisdom|

battleship gameIn case it’s news to you, I’m currently going through a bit of a rough patch.  A “transitional” period, if you will.  I woke up one day and knew things were never going to be the same.  I sensed it the moment I opened my eyes.  It was the strangest feeling.  At first, I didn’t really think the impending doom was such a good thing and was certain that my life was going down faster than the Titanic.  I tried as I might to pump up my life raft to prevent this change from happening, but as time has passed, I realize that things couldn’t have happened any other way.

So, here I am.  I have no home and no real responsibilities other than making sure to keep these posts coming and keeping Smitty’s bowl full.  I’m living out of a suitcase and have become a real life gypsy bouncing from one city to the next.  It’s like my first U.S. tour- minus the backup dancers.  And while I hardly know where I will be next week, let alone next year, I’ve found this time to be both exhilarating and terrifying.

In times of trouble, lots of people will offer you encouragement, loving words, and their own personal little tidbits of wisdom.  While no one can ever really say exactly what you want to hear, it comes from a loving place and one must keep that in mind.  Every now and again, someone’s words will resonate with you.  However, there are a few phrases that are truly infuriating when uttered during a time of duress.  One such phrase is along the lines of, “If you say ‘you can’t’, you can’t.”  Hearing this particular semblance of wisdom sends me into such a tailspin of anger that I kind of want to stab the utterer in the face with a feather.

But alas, there might be a smidgeon of truth to this oh so aggravating statement (which, of course, only makes it that much more aggravating).  As it turns out… the opposite of positive thinking may very well be the self fulfilling prophecy.

So, let’s talk about self fulfilling prophecies, shall we?

It’s true.  I can be a bit of a worrier.  I’m not sure whether it has something to do with watching too many Lifetime movies or just your run of the mill “trust issues” that I’ve managed to rack up over time, but I can craft up quite a storyline in my head before it’s ever even happened.  This is very useful for creative writing… not so much for every day life.  My dad often reminds me that the things I fear most are the things that never happen.  I get myself worked up into a tizzy and fixate on what might happen, rather than seeing what is actually happening.

I like to tell myself that my worrying is merely forward thinking and I’m just trying to brace myself for the worst, as if life is an ongoing game of chess.  But is my defense mechanism protecting me from trouble or really just causing these terrible things to happen?  Am I just Chicken Little waiting for the sky to fall?

It’s also no secret that I haven’t exactly had the best of luck in the love department.  Perhaps I have terrible taste in men or maybe I’m to blame for all of my relationship implosions.  I go in assuming that most men are grade-A douchebags and am typically just waiting for the other shoe to drop.  Who knows if there even was another shoe to drop, but I always manage to make it happen.  A psychic once told me I’d have no trouble attracting men, just trouble keeping them.  Touche, oh clairvoyant one.  Joke’s on me.

By focusing on what could happen or what you think the outcome may be, or just worrying about the “what if’s”, you are changing your intrinsic behavior.  This minute shift in demeanor could very well be twisting fate and changing your charted route without you even realizing it.  It’s a ripple effect.  Pretty soon a slight wake has turned into a tidal wave, and you, S.S. Worry Wart, are going under.

You sunk my battleship.

xx,

WhyDid