Let me paint you a little picture. I’m sitting alone, but on “my side” of the bed in the Four Seasons hotel. On my right is a big dish of chicken curry (but made by Egyptians, so it really tastes very little like authentic curry and more plain yummy) a large bottle of my favorite drink, San Pellegrino, and my trusty little Sony on my lap. I’m using the menu of a great sushi place called Aqua (that I like to get brought up to the room) as a mini desk to make writing easier.
I was thinking that maybe I haven’t touched this page in so long because it’s about my life, and I really haven’t known what that IS all about for a little while now. When I came back from Istanbul I was on a high, and as well all know from statistics and common sense, those things rarely last out. So I did everything in my power to keep the up, up. I feng shui’d the ENTIRE house, landed a dream job that I adore, and got a roommate who is actually a perfect house mate for me. Notice something missing? An obvious unmentioned person?
The trick to personal success is in the name. It’s personal. We set our own standards, make our own first and lasting impressions, and we chose the path we go down. My grandma always tells me (although SHE is referring to dating an Egyptian muslin) that I “better be sure that the train I am on is heading in the direction I want to go”. And that’s really the truth of it. I was so caught up in other things, one another person, that the blinders had to come off and I needed to ground myself in real life again. The missing mention, my boyfriend M, is actually not missing at all. He’s simply not the main character in this sitcom anymore, he can be downgraded to “supporting” , to stay with the pun. I am sure many of you can end that statement with a big round of applause!
A friend of my roommates is one of the most disastrously heartbroken people I have ever met, and she confirms this story. Her boyfriend, who dumped her four months ago and she still hasn’t accepted it, has now ended things with her twice. The first time she had no friends, no job, no goals and even her house was shared. When he left, she was left alone in the world, instead of just in the space. The awareness of this kind of dependency and focus within a relationship isn’t healthy for anyone. Not him, not her. You must have your own life in order to invite someone into it, and anything you build with another person is beautiful, but you can’t forget the foundation.
Too many of us begin to replace what we thought of us single behaviors with relationship behaviors, before we realize that we threw our identity into that same recycling bin.


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