Monday, March 31, 2014

Becoming the Fairytale Pt 2

As I mentioned in my first post, I grew up in the South where the mentality is...

"If you are not married and expecting your first kid by the age of 21, there must be something wrong with you."

Pretty harsh, right?
But marrying young and starting a family is not only normal in the South, it is expected.
When my youngest sister graduated high school a few years ago, she received a stack of wedding invitations along with the graduation invites. She and her best friend were amongst the few high school graduates who had not fallen prey to this conventional mindset.
If their friends weren't already knocked up prior to their wedding day, then they were pregnant soon after the big day and living just a few doors down from where they had lived all their lives. 
Now don't get me wrong. I love the South and its emphasis on family and tradition and hospitality. But I believe those values have become synonymous with marrying way too young and denying yourself other ambitions and goals.

Marriage and children do not equal happiness.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible. Also, this is coming from someone who desires both, so don't think that I'm bashing anyone.
The sad reality is, most of the girls who buy into this mentality are settling. They think that marriage and a family will bring them the happiness that they are lacking. They believe that giving themselves to the first guy who says "I love you" means that they will have their fairytale ending. Everything will just fall into place and they will be loved and cherished by this immature 18-year-old boy forever (sounds rational...).
Instead they end up missing out on an education, working multiple minimum wage jobs to support their young family, and blindly trying to grow into the adult role that they threw themselves into prematurely.
Yet, the few girls who opt out of this mindset, who decide to further their education, who wait until they meet the right person before making the plunge into marriage, who decide to mature a little themselves before becoming parents, who have ambitions and dreams that they are actively pursuing...these are the girls who are told there is something wrong with them???

mind=blown

So who is right? Who is doing things the correct way? Or is there a correct way to do things?
Like I said before, marriage and family does not mean happiness. But the same is true for getting an education. Just because you go to college and wait a while longer does not mean you are guaranteed a happy ending either.
I cannot stress enough that happiness is not found in someone else. Happiness is a conscious decision that comes after you learn to love and accept yourself, flaws and all.
I think we, as a society, have been fooled into believing that meeting "the one" and riding off into the sunset on a white horse (a.k.a. getting married) is the ultimate goal. That this is the fairytale and the way to be happy and fulfilled.
But in reality, we are the fairytale. To have a happy ending, there must be a love story between you and yourself first.
Marianne Williamson said it best when she wrote,

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous? Actually, who are you not to be? You are a child of God. Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won't feel insecure around you. We are all meant to shine, as children do. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence automatically liberates others.

Who are you not to be all of the above? Be the fairytale, Forever Girls.

Remember, you are amazing,

The Forever Girl









Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Becoming the Fairytale pt. 1

When I was very young, I made a plan. A plan that was largely influenced by growing up in the South and by my obsession with Cinderella. Like most little girls, I dreamed of one day meeting "the one," my Prince Charming, having an enormous wedding, and settling down into our own cozy little happily-ever-after. All of this after graduating college with a master's degree, of course. In fact, I figured, I would most likely meet this lucky fellow while in school. Obviously, it would be love at first sight and we would spend our time having intellectual discussions over coffee, browsing used bookstores, and touring the country with our guitars in our VW bus (naturally, we would be rock stars, too).
Life would be peaches and cream. Sunshine and rainbows. Unicorns and...you get the picture.
But, as you've probably already learned, life rarely goes how we envision it. And it certainly never ends up like in the movies (especially not like the Disney princess movies).
A bachelor's degree and the worst relationship of my life later, I found myself back in my hometown, living with my parents again, and taking a minimum wage job at a home improvement store. It was during this time that I celebrated my 25th birthday and was accosted with this statement by a heartless bitch- I mean a good intentioned- coworker,

"You're how old now?? 25? You know, when I was your age, I was married and expecting my third child. You don't even have a man right now, do you?"

No, no I don't. Nor any prospects. And I sell paint and nails for a living. You're right...I think I'll go adopt five dozen cats now...
I wish that I could tell you that after that day my life magically got better and that I met "the one" and finally started my future. I also wish that I could tell you that I punched her in her stupid face. But none of that would be true.
The reality is that I continued to work there for another year and then went on to other low-paying, shit-slinging kinds of jobs, that I continued to seek out and date more scum of the earth, that I continued to spiral further into a deep despair, and that I worried constantly that my life, my future, would never begin. Also during this time, I adopted a cat.
The only thing standing in the way of my future as a cranky old hermit was a dozen or more friends and relatives.
Despite my ill fortune in the love department, I am extremely fortunate to have an abundance of close girlfriends and family members who aren't afraid of my meltdowns and mellow-dramatics. 
It was through their wisdom, fearlessness, and sheer stubbornness that I gleaned a new perspective on my life and future.
This is what I learned:

1. Life has already begun. If you're waiting around for "Mr. Right" so that you can "start" your life, then you're actually wasting your life. All that time and energy that you spend dreaming of your wedding, planning what you want to accomplish together when you finally meet him, is all time you could be spending actually accomplishing something. On your own.
2. If you aren't happy being alone, then you won't be happy with him. And you definitely won't make him happy either. Why would anyone worth having want to be with you if you can't even make yourself happy? Get a hobby. Do something you enjoy. Have goals and ambitions and dreams (other than your Cinderella fairytale). Be adventurous. Find what makes you happy.
3. Surround yourself with positive people. Unless you truly desire to be a crazy old maid cat lady, fill your life with good friends who aren't afraid to call you out when you're being dumb and encourage you when you think your life is over and no one will ever love you because you're a psychotic OCD freak with a cat named Bo Diddly and a secret guilty pleasure of watching marathons of Gossip Girl...
4. Forgive yourself for the mistakes you've made in the past and move forward. We've all been there. We've all done things we regretted (even those stuffy do-gooders whose motto in life is "Live with no regrets") It's inevitable. Nobody is perfect. So cut yourself some slack, pick yourself up, learn your lesson, and move on to something better.
5. Don't ever let anyone convince you that you are anything less than awesome. You deserve to be happy, respected, loved, adored, and told that you are incredible every single day. Because you are.
After all, you are a forever girl. And it doesn't get much better than that.

Best,

The Forever Girl