Thanks for the compliments Zara, Blind Illusion, and CeeJayXX.
I have this great big thought in my head though, and I'm having trouble verbalizing it. It's not about being an OW or a BW. It's more about being a
woman.
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Originally Posted by CeeJayXX
Taking the chance at getting hurt to have something that makes us happy is all choice which really means we have full control of our emotions. Very few things in life we have no choice over.
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I really
do believe in putting yourself out there and taking emotional risks, don't get me wrong. But at the same time, I've become aware of the idea that as women....we wear so many hats. We're wives, mothers, sisters, daughters, girlfriends, co-workers, you name it.
But at the end of the day, when we take off whatever hat we're wearing...I think we have to hold on to WHO WE ARE. That's why the concept of "making" someone happy, or someone else "making" us happy bugs me.
Example.... Have you tried to make a man happy for 20 years? I have. It's not possible. And I truly do believe that it's because we are each ultimately responsible for our own happiness....for
choosing happiness.
You can choose a man that you think might make you happy, but he won't. Only YOU can make yourself happy. It was a tough lesson for me to learn, but what I've finally determined is that there's a certain amount of
autonomy that we have to keep. We can't give ourselves away into any singular 'role' and still feel whole.
None of us are an island unto ourselves, but if we allow ourselves to NEED other people in order to "be happy" on a daily basis....we've allowed ourselves to be pigeon-holed into that one "role", wearing that one hat.
It's true that there are times in our lives when we really do NEED some help. But I have to wonder if those times aren't few and far between. That is, until we're old and feeble anyhow.
I figure that if I can stave off "old and feeble" and limit my needs by carefully examining my expectations, I'm better able to look at human contact as a matter of sharing/receiving it as a
gift.
I'm rambling, I know....but I can't quite put it into words yet. It's a work in progress.