When I started this blog I envisioned kumbayah pity parties and even the formation of a cult; inviting membership from women all over the world who’d experienced a shitty relationship with a psychopathic, pathological lying asshole or any other brand of asshole.
I was sure by now I’d have had a healthy following because misery loves company and alcohol and whining right!?
We would wail about cheating bastards, bash heartless side chicks, laugh at stupid side chicks, pity women growing moss; sedentary in ‘going-no-where’ relationships with deadbeat assholes, and empathize with women who were abused; physically, mentally, emotionally.
We’d scorn women who were breeding as if they were members of a ‘pickney’ production line–everything. I just wanted to complain and have more women complain with me then log off and do it all over again tomorrow and the next day, and the day after that, in true Sisyphean nature.
When I finally started blogging however, about two or three posts in I realized how the rage I felt when I had to recount my experience turned into indifference. It wasn’t even important to bitch to the world about my sucky love-life anymore.
A tiny voice was like “chick, what the fuck! Why are you wasting your time writing about this shit when you can be empowering and uplifting?” People don’t want to hear about this mess. They want to read about positive things.
It dawned on me how much I’d allowed that one bad experience to consume my entire life. It was like I was stuck in a time vortex just replaying and reliving what had happened.
I wasted so much time trying to control a situation I had no control over. My mind was so thoroughly hijacked and monopolized by ruminations on what had transpired that I didn’t even recognize myself anymore.
So I decided to let that shit go then and there! My blog turned into something positive and beautiful. It became more about self-love and spreading positive vibes. Self investment is seriously a thing.
Without the distraction of all the negativity and toxic people around me I was able to zero in on my goals and seriously invest some well deserved time into getting that much closer to achieving them.
I then came to the realization that this is the 21st century and women aren’t pining away over worthless bastards anymore. Women aren’t having pity parties over heartbreak anymore, women are opting to stay single, women are fighting for equal pay, women are juggling a career and family. Women are ‘single momming’!
Women are handling shit, women are owning shit, women are living life and fucking achieving shit–women are winning god damn it!
I am back with new vigor after a long unceremonious absence. Thank you guys so much for sticking and staying! Stay tuned for more on just how to handle your shit like a BOSS!
What about you? What have you been handling like a boss lately? Let me know in the comments below!
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