Showing posts with label Quarter of a Century. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quarter of a Century. Show all posts

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

PMS: I Am Woman, Hear Me Roar

I realized this weekend that if cameras had been following me around during my unscripted short film, PMS: I Am Woman Hear Me Roar, I probably could have made millions. You see, along with one silver hair, loads of new wisdom, and a quarter life crisis that could sink a ship, turning a Quarter of a Century appears to have brought the most massive PMS episode of my entire life. The kind of PMS episode they don’t show you in feminine commercials, electing to show women cart-wheeling on beaches, because that would be just downright depressing, right? Right?! Well, what you probably won’t see in a commercial is: 1. A woman passing out, face-first, from fatigue into her plate of dinner 2. A woman salivating outside the window of Edible Arrangements because that much chocolate in one place is just asking to be ravaged like a scene from Godzilla 3. A woman lying on the floor in what appears to be atrophy as vicious level 5 cramps attack her uterus and back. 4. A woman sobbing uncontrollably in her car during break time for small reasons all amplified by 1000. 5. A woman shouting belligerently like the Hulk in the middle of the Walmart parking lot because someone left their shopping cart in one of a only a few free spaces. Actually, you might see that on any given day…

You probably won’t see those things, but that woman was me.

Long story short, menstrual periods are serious and seriously affect the way a woman’s mind and body works for about an entire week out of every single, long, hard, friggin’ month. Why do you think we bite the heads off of men (figuratively of course-we're not praying mantises) who condescendingly question whether our ______ (insert any emotion or action here) is due to “that time of the month”?


Oh, and if you don't believe the intensity, check out this clip from "New Girl" episode Menzies on FOX.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

Quarter of a Century of Love, Loss, and Learning

After a quarter of a century of heartbreaks, maturing, and lessons learned I can say wholeheartedly that I have been blessed with attaining a plethora of wisdom. I have even found my first silver hair to prove it. I will now refer to myself as “Silver Fox”...

I’ve been over the river and through the woods when it comes to receiving my share of heartbreaks. I've been broken up with before prom, cheated on, lied to, avoided to the point of relationship spontaneous combustion, and most recently, receiving a text message along with a smorgasbord of lies and deceit. (Classy, fella.) In some instances, I had to find the courage deep inside to walk away from someone I cared about after realizing I deserved more than what he chose to give me. But several heartbreaks; thousands of tissues; and one awkward, drunken break-dance solo later, I know myself, my core values, and emotional needs. I know what I want and need in a relationship and from a partner.

And I won’t settle for less.
 
Yes, a lot of times you have to let your partner know what’s bothering you or how they may have hurt you. However, and here’s the kicker, if s/he doesn't truly demonstrate that they care about your feelings, consider the situation a priority, or genuinely seek to make amends and restore a sense of normalcy and trust, then it’s time to move on and find someone who finds that important. The only person and actions you can change is you and your own. However, it takes two to make a relationship work, and if only one partner appears to be putting in the emotional girth it takes to strengthen a relationship, then you’re most likely in it on your own. And that’s no way to live…or love. We all have to look at ourselves and what we bring to a relationship. I'm sure most have read, if not heard about, the Oprah-raved best-seller, He’s Just Not that Into You, but I often think that puts too much focus on the man and women just having to react. Ladies! Stand tall! If he’s not giving you what you need and want, treating you the way you deserve to be treated, or goes back on expectations, you don’t need to be that into him.

I have learned that you truly have to understand your own needs and love yourself because when you truly appreciate and love yourself, the unrequited or rejected love of someone else will hurt and take time to heal, but it doesn't have to consume you if you don’t allow it. That sense of self worth can help cushion the blow of losing a specific person and put you on the path of excitement at knowing that you’re a step closer to finding someone who can better give you what you need. I personally believe that God truly does close one door and opens another, but often we spend so much time in the corridor looking back at the closed door, that we miss or delay the journey that is before us. The man I pray to marry doesn’t have to be a billionaire, an Olympic athlete, a rocket scientist, or someone who has walked on the moon. He just needs to love me from the moon and back with no fear of showing me and shouting it from rooftops; with a heart that beats in time with mine that understands the pain of betrayal and love loss, and bears the scars from many a broken moment, but wants to mark a new path and future with me.

Through the pain and heartbreak, my brother's straight forward comment that despite what anyone does, "so what, you're still awesome" resonates. I think that's something many people can hold to. Hey, I even have my own theme song. :)

Wednesday, April 4, 2012

My Born Day

My birthday is at the end of this month! Yay! The big Quarter of a Century! :)

One of the highlights of my birthday month, besides awesomeness, is an array of coupons, discounts and freebie deals emailed or mailed to me throughout the month from stores, restaurants and online sites where I'm registered!

Also, I know I'm getting old when my birthday wish list only consists of gift cards, a massage, and a USB flash drive. But honestly, I really want a huge vase of beautiful flowers waiting for me. I think it's a pipe dream these days, but, a girl can dream...