Teeter-Tottering

Shit got emotionally real with yesterday’s post, The Soft Craving, where I talked about my belief that I’m going to be eternally single, how my desires are the exact opposite of that and I questioned why this juxtaposition is even happening in the first place.

Today, I want to talk about why I’m going to be okay, even if this proves true and I turn out to be the dog lady I always tell people I will be.

This turn around, this emotional bounce back, this teeter-tottering between being completely distraught that I’m going to be alone to being content with my singleness, does not erase the craving that I so distinctly feel. Hell, I definitely still feel that. I will always feel that, until I find that connection that I dream about.

But that doesn’t mean that craving needs my complete attention.

I’ve had a whirlwind of a past month, emotionally, as I started talking to a gent I met online. We went on a couple dates. I was kissed for the first time. And things were going fantastically. We connected on so many levels. I could talk to him so easily. And then…nothing. He ghosted. Of course, my insecure brain kept pointing to every instance of where I potentially messed up, when I said something wrong, when I was being too real, too honest, too intense. Yet those insecurities kept butting heads with everything that was going right and I was left in this pit of confusion and drowning in this fear that when I finally started to trust that I would be able to experience the beginning of what I’ve always dreamed of having, I would lose it. And then I did. And I still don’t understand it, not fully. But I can’t change it, so there it is.

This past weekend, as the last blog post attests, I was pretty down in the dumps. Honestly, I don’t think I truly was able to process and make this emotional turn around until I did two things: write that post and run this afternoon. Somehow, I remembered some things that I’ve always known, between the two: that I can be happy, even if alone. That there are so many aspects of my life that I already enjoy and love and cherish and I can still feel that way even if those aspects would be heightened if I had someone to share them with. And the advice that people had been giving me, that I had written off because it didn’t seem to make sense, suddenly did.

It’ll happen when you least expect it. When you’re just at the point of giving up, that’s when the magic happens.

I’ve always wanted to reject that advice, because a weird part of me felt that by giving up on the hope of finding someone, I was giving up on love. And love is what I believe in most. I was also apprehensive to not actively search for love, because how else would I meet people? What if by not searching, I missed out on finding someone and then I blink, and suddenly I’m 60 with four dogs and never found anyone because I never put myself out there?

And yet…

When I was talking to Sir Ghost, I was so insecure. I thought this kid was so out of my league and I was so focused on saying the right thing and over-analyzing everything. It was honestly exhausting. And it shouldn’t have been that exhausting. I should have been more trusting in myself, in my own worth, and more trusting in him and his words surrounding his interest (even if he disappeared despite such claims). Perhaps, with a bit more confidence, our ending could have been different. Regardless, despite the darkest days where I actually trick myself into believing I’m not worthy of love and being loved, that’s actually false. I am worthy. And I should believe that.

So.

After a shit-ton of reflection, asking advice from so many people and thinking about my desire to live this upcoming year fearlessly, I’m sitting here with a renewed hope and a renewed plan, for as much as you could plan for life. I want love. Of course that’s true. Of course I’m tired of being lonely. But I also need balance. I need self-love. I need to know, without a doubt, that my happiness isn’t tied to my relationship status. I need to choose and work at happiness, every day, as I’ve always believed, but had forgotten, pining after someone who had no interest in me.

So I’m going to work on me. I’m going to do things that I love: write, read, blog, game, edit. I’m going to work on improving my insecurities, especially physically. I’m going to keep running and start challenging myself to improve. I’m working on my damaging mindset I have about myself, shutting it down until such a mindset is only a memory. I’m going to continue to get tattoos and stop fearing that my love for ink is going to prevent me from finding the love of my life. Because that’s just not true. I just might treat myself a little more, too. I may splurge on a new outfit or getting my hair done more often than I have in the past, i.e., never. I gave myself permission to do both, before my date and surprisingly, they also made me feel really good. I wouldn’t mind feeling that way more often, even if it tightens my bank account that much more.

Does this refocusing mean that there won’t be nights where I throw all of this by the wayside and just want to be loved? Of course not. I teeter-totter between being confident and content being alone and craving so longingly to be loved all the time. Welcome to human emotions, friends. And though I want to focus on myself now and have faith that my man exists, is out there somewhere and somehow, we’ll find one another, eventually, I’ll put myself out there again, if I don’t stumble upon him. I’m still not completely sold on the “when you least expect it, it will happen” philosophy. But first, I want to love myself as fully as I am able; focus on knowing myself and appreciating that woman as much as I can. Perhaps by then, the universe will be ready to allow me to experience a love that people write novels about.

And if it doesn’t, then at least I have discovered how to love and find worth in myself in the process.

Cheers.

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About Nicole Evans

Nicole Evans is a writer of fantasy and science fiction. She is currently unpublished and is working fervently to get the “un” removed from that statement. She has five completed manuscripts: a trilogy about destined heroes that fail anyway, a science fiction standalone that pits the natural desire to love against the natural instinct to kill during the extinction of the human race and a new series about a writer who can't get published and gets the chance to live a life that all writers dream. She also has two scripts done. Currently, she is about to start writing the second of a nine book series while planning two more. (If you can tell, she really likes this whole writing thing.) Considering she has run out of space for putting rejections letters up on her wall, Nicole now uses her spare time doing the typical things that nerds do: blogging, dying repeatedly during video games (which she believes is retribution for the characters’ she’s killed), wishing she was the character she is currently reading about and trying to fight off the real world by living in her own head, with varying degrees of success. Nicole has a degree in Creative Writing and a minor in Film and Media Studies, and works part-time as a supervisor in a library at the University of Kansas. View all posts by Nicole Evans

8 responses to “Teeter-Tottering

  • Adam

    In a world full of messages like “work hard” and “if you want it earn it”, it’s hard to accept that some things are beyond our control. I always tell myself “If it doesn’t work that means it wasn’t going to.”

  • Joyce C

    I have the same problem of over-analysing everything – every remark, every glance, every exchange, every reply or non-reply – and I’ve found that it is not just tiring, but really unhealthy. It makes you SO self-conscious, and you could have been enjoying yourself, losing yourself in the moment, all this time you were busy agonising over whether you did or said the right thing. I’ve come to realise that if he’s the right one for you, you would never have to second-guess yourself like that, or blame yourself when HE starts ghosting.

    It’s not you, it’s him. You opened up to him. He’s the one who didn’t cherish that.

    Maybe he needs time to reconsider, maybe he still isn’t sure about you. Whatever the reason, ghosting is not the most mature way to handle things. I’ve been ghosted before too, only to have the guy tell me he realised he’s not that into me (after I hunted him down and confronted him). Ouch, right? Oh well. Boys.

    Think of it this way: he’s showing you that he’s not right for you. He’s saving you the effort of realising it months down the road. Better that you find out now and get out while you can than find it harder to extricate yourself from Mr Noncommittal later on.

    You are an incredibly strong and brave young woman. Even while you’re still figuring out how this whole love and relationships thing work, always believe that you’re nothing short of amazing. You will find someone who appreciates you the way you are, no pretense, no posturing, no second-guessing. Until then, stay busy, stay motivated! 🙂

    J xx

    • Nicole Evans

      The fact that you pointed out that over-analyzing is unhealthy is so spot out, because you’re right, it does lead to being self-conscious and that isn’t healthy, either. Thank you so, so much for your kind words, Joyce. I cannot express how much they mean to me and how right you are. I’m definitely trying the stay busy, stay motivated approach! ❤
      (No worries on double posting, btw. ;))

  • Joyce C

    I have the same problem of over-analysing everything – every remark, every glance, every exchange, every reply or non-reply – and I’ve found that it is not just tiring, but really unhealthy. It makes you SO self-conscious, and you could have been enjoying yourself, losing yourself in the moment, all this time you were busy agonising over whether you did or said the right thing. I’ve come to realise that if he’s the right one for you, you would never have to second-guess yourself like that, or blame yourself when HE starts ghosting.

    It’s not you, it’s him. You opened up to him. He’s the one who didn’t cherish that. He didn’t realise what a big deal that is.

    Maybe he needs time to reconsider, maybe he still isn’t sure about you. Whatever the reason, ghosting is not the most mature way to handle things. I’ve been ghosted before too, only to have the guy tell me he realised he’s not that into me (after I hunted him down and confronted him). Ouch, right? Oh well. Boys.

    Think of it this way: he’s showing you that he’s not right for you. He’s saving you the effort of realising it months down the road. Better that you find out now and get out while you can than find it harder to extricate yourself from Mr Noncommittal later on.

    You are an incredibly strong and brave young woman. Even while you’re still figuring out how this whole love and relationships thing work, always believe that you’re nothing short of amazing. You will find someone who appreciates you the way you are, no pretense, no posturing, no second-guessing. Until then, stay busy, stay motivated! 🙂

    J xx

  • Joyce C

    Whoops. Seems like I double posted. Sorry!

  • M.A. Crosbie

    I second everything Joyce said. You’re amazing. Keep being your awesome self ❤

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