Listening When Your Gut Tells You No

A little over a year ago, I was presented with an opportunity in my professional career that I wasn’t expecting. When it was brought to my attention, I’ll be honest…it really caught me off guard and was the last thing I was expecting at that time. What surprised me even more after learning about the new role, the new salary, and the new title, was my response.

I declined the offer.

I never second guessed my decision. To this day, I still haven’t. Then today, the person who is currently in that very role said something to me that further cemented the fact that I was absolutely right to make the decision I did. What I realized last year when I pondered the offer was that it was my decades of experience that culminated in me saying no. I didn’t do it to hurt anyone’s feelings but rather to validate my own.

Too many times, we make decisions that feel a bit unsteady. Our gut typically tells us which way to go. It’s when we ignore that gut feeling, when we fool ourselves into believing we should feel grateful for the offer or obligated to accept it despite that nagging feeling, that we end up in an internal conflict that makes us feel uneasy or stressed.

Sure, there are times that we second guess ourselves because we don’t think we’re qualified for a position, so accepting it is scary. That wasn’t the case for me. I absolutely knew I was very qualified for the position. I had zero doubt. In fact, had I known ahead of time that the position was opening, I would have been SHOCKED had they not come to me first. I’m not saying this to be conceited, but rather because it was just a good fit. The thing was, though, that I had basically had that job before, at many other companies, and I knew exactly what it would have been like. Moreover, I knew I didn’t want that for myself. Not again. I’ve learned a lot in my career, but the most important thing I’ve learned is when and how to say no.

Today, as my colleague walked away, I smiled to myself because I realized that despite how hectic things can get in my current role, I’m happy. My boss is an amazing person to work for and with and makes me laugh daily. My team, which includes over 60 people, is like family despite the fact that almost all of them live and work remotely. They tell me quite often how much they appreciate me, and, in return, I take immense pleasure in making their lives easier.

What’s even more comforting to me is that I feel respected at my company and am incredibly grateful that others know they can come to me for help, and often do. For so long, I just felt stuck in my career and that I was going nowhere. I finally came to realize that my career is what I make of it. There are all sorts of opportunities out there, even while staying where I am, to become better and find out ways to build on my skills. Remember though, I am feeling this way despite saying no when opportunity knocked. To many people, no may be seen as a negative word, but, for me, it’s leading me down a positive path, and I can’t wait to see where it goes!

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Could It Be That Simple

I had an interesting conversation this evening that got me thinking quite a bit about things. I was discussing the fact that three years ago, I had such laser focus while I was following a ketogenic diet. I was finally in my goal weight range and felt great about my success. It seemed to come easy for me, as I just did what I needed to do. Here I am, several years later, having gone astray from that way of eating and finding myself battling the bulge, as I have done throughout my life. My question to my companion was what was it that clicked and gave me that laser focus and what was it that made it disintegrate over time. Her answer? Laziness and lack of discipline when things got hard.

WELL!!!

So now, here I sit, still full from my Thanksgiving dinner that was over HOURS ago, and I can’t get that conversation out of my head. Could it really be that simple? Well…why not? Why does it have to be some complicated secret hormone that was running rampant in my body back then but finally got all used up and left me with a case of the fuck-its and the only way to reactivate it is by finding my anatomical equivalent of CTRL+ALT+DEL?

I’ve been replaying the last three years over and over in my mind in regards to this revelation. After all, since then, I’ve quit one job and moved from one intra-state metroplex to another without having a job set up, started a new job, quit new job, started another job, moved to an apartment closer to current job, was thrown into a pandemic and INSANE presidential election, moved into a different, MUCH BETTER, apartment, and am now in the process of searching for another new job since the current job pays next to nothing. I mean, no biggie, right?!

So, I’ve been asking myself, “Am I being lazy?” The truth is, YEAH! I’ve been a fucking couch potato!!!!! I’ve been slacking when it comes to food prepping because I’m BORED AS HELL with eating the same thing all the time. What’s ironic about that is that when I was following a ketogenic diet, I ate a lot of the same things quite often and had no problem. Again, I had that laser focus.

Here’s where I’m finding the shit getting real. I can rationalize all I want as to why I’m not eating healthy or being a lazy ass. The truth is, when you run out of motivation, THAT is when the discipline has to kick in. It’s like the discipline is your personal cruise control. So, I guess that is the bottom line as to why diet after diet for me fails. I don’t have the discipline to keep it going even when the motivation wanes. But, that in itself is bullshit! That’s the lie I’m telling myself. Discipline is the saving grace I need to turn to when I find my motivation fading or just flat-out gone!

So, this is where I’m going to start. I’m going to follow this pattern: start by being disciplined about my health (diet & exercise) until the motivation kicks in and then ride that motivation wave until I run ground, and then switch back to discipline until the motivation kicks in again…and repeat over and over for the rest of my life.

It’s not rocket science, as I’ve lost weight before and found success in getting into shape. I’m just tired of avoiding seeing people I haven’t seen in a while because I don’t want to experience the shame of them seeing me and thinking, “Wow! She’s gained weight!” Maybe they’re not actually thinking that, but my brain is telling me that’s what they’re thinking, and my brain is a complete asshole and knows all my weaknesses. Plus, logically, it’s probably true given where I was and where I am now weight-wise. So, here’s to me keeping it simple and finally getting to go shopping again…in my own damn closet!

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Becoming a Switch Flipper

Most days I feel fine. I just go about my normal tasks as if nothing is different. Then, out of nowhere, it hits me. I’m lonely. Not lonely in the sense that I have no interaction with others. After all, I work five days a week in a 15-floor office building. I see my parents occasionally on the weekends. I chat with friends. I even make occasional plans. When I say lonely, I mean that I miss being someone’s something special.

Over the last year and half, I’ve put OFF dating and put ON weight. I haven’t really given it a second thought. Shit, if gaining weight were an Olympic sport, I would definitely make the medal stand. What with the volatile election, COVID, over 96% of my company being either laid off or furloughed (fortunately, not including me), and everything else that has transpired, I just didn’t want the headache surrounding dating.

I’ve stopped using Facebook, and I only log on occasionally, but it’s usually due to receipts I have to reconcile for my company’s business account on there. Today I had to do just that, and, after getting done with the work part, I decided to scroll through my feed for a minute or two. In that time, I saw a childhood friend who’d lost his wife to cancer within the last year or so had posted a picture of an engagement ring with the caption, “She said yes!”

Sure, I understand that if I don’t even put myself out there that I can’t expect an eligible bachelor to fall into my lap. Furthermore, I am NOT even sure how I feel about marriage for me. I just miss the “feeling special” part. Either these people are settling, have low standards, or just have a fear of being alone…OR…love found them and now they have their happy ending.

Even yesterday, I got a text from a friend of mine who I haven’t seen in at least two years who will be in town this weekend. She told me that her “almost boyfriend” lives close by me and wanted to see if we could get together. Almost boyfriend? Not quite sure what that means exactly, but hey, at least she’s probably almost having sex, which is more than I can say. Hell, I’ve been wondering if you can be re-virginized if you haven’t had sex in a certain amount of time.

So, my dilemma is this: I want to meet someone but I enjoy my alone time but I miss the whole kissing and sex part but I don’t want to deal with some idiot who has the opposite outtake as I do but I need to learn to put myself back out there but I don’t feel comfortable in my own skin anymore thanks to a year of very little physical activity but meeting someone could be just the catalyst I need to change my mindset but…but…but…but…

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!

I feel like over the last year I have forgotten how to be me. I’ve become fearful of the what ifs. How do I flip the switch ON that includes the all-important fuck its? Fuck not fitting into my clothes. Fuck not feeling strong and attractive. Fuck worrying about meeting an idiot. Fuck wondering what my friends who I haven’t seen in a while will think of me. FUCK VANITY! I need a social life…or more of a social life again. Time to shine some light on what has been a dark, lonely year. Let the switch flippin’ begin!

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That stupid phrase

I know they are meant to be encouraging words, but they sound anything but encouraging when they’re uttered. Growing up in my family, I’ve heard the phrase, “Well, if this is the worst thing that ever happens to you…,” many times. It is usually followed by a groan and “that look” from me to the person who uttered the phrase. I could understand if it was referring to something like a traffic jam or ruining a great pair of shoes, which still doesn’t help the situation. Unfortunately, I’ve had this phrase uttered to me while going through infertility treatments and divorce. At the time, that was the worst thing that had happened to me and was absolutely devastating to go through, let alone hearing that fucking phrase thrown back at me when all I wanted was some support. Don’t get me wrong, my family is amazing, but the person who utters this has no idea how harsh this can be.

To say the world is in a state of uncertainty is an understatement. Things change daily, many times for the worse. My company has been put through the ringer, and the future of my employment is anyone’s guess. Feelings like being stressed and scared are a daily occurrence. I feel as if nothing about my future is in my control. All of this has made me think of this asinine phrase. What I would love nothing more is for there to be proof that time isn’t linear so I could look ahead and see if this the worst or one of the worst things that ever happens to me.

Sure, I’m safe and healthy right now, as is my family, but I don’t know for how long. What will the new normal be? Hell, what IS normal anymore? Will I be laid off and have to find another job? I know for certain that that would prove to be a substantial challenge right now. My future is a huge question mark, even more so than ever before because the current situation is affecting not just me, not just my family, but the world. Yeah, stressed and scared are exactly what I’m feeling as I write this.

I see and feel more division just in our country alone. Because of this, I’ve basically not only logged off of social media, but I even deleted the apps from my phone. My friends will text me to tell me about something I need to see, but just the thought of logging on is more that I can handle right now. Just the simple act of deleting the apps helped. I was becoming very angry. I was seeing things as black and white and there was zero gray. People are playing both offense with their posts and defense when replying to someone else’s. Given all sports, for the most part, have been called off, this was not the type of competitiveness I wanted to see in society.

Even I was guilty of that. Seeing how our government is responding to everything, from all sides, is infuriating. The Friday before I logged off social media for good, I lashed out due to something that was in the news that I felt was not only irresponsible but dangerous as well. As you could imagine, my friends of mine didn’t feel the same way, and thus friendships were terminated. My anger was growing day by day, minute by minute. I was seething as I read and saw what others posted. My blood boiled and I literally felt my blood pressure rise with each swipe of the screen. I got to a point that I was no longer withholding responses on other’s posts. The negative was by far outweighing the positive.

One of the last things I saw before logging off, and which brought me to tears and still does, was hearing of the death of my friend’s only child, a senior in high school. It gave no explanation as to how he died, but I immediately flashed back to when she was pregnant with her sweet boy. I remembered holding him in my arms as a baby. I recalled the time he spit up on my shirt and my friend, who was a new mom, freaking out upon seeing it. My response to her was that he wasn’t the first child to spit up on me and he surely wouldn’t be the last. It was fine…in fact, I was almost honored. Now he’s gone. My sweet friend and her husband are left with a huge hole in their lives. There were just no words. There still are none.

When I realized that social media brought me very little joy anymore, mostly because I was focusing on the negative, I closed the door. THAT I COULD control. I will admit that I feel much more peace on a daily basis for having stepped away, but I do miss my friends and seeing how they are all doing. Many had very creative ways of dealing with the current state of the world.

Now I just think back to that damn phrase and wonder, if this isn’t the worst (or one of the worst) things to ever happen to you, then what is? I mean this is a fucking pandemic after all. I swear, if I hear that fucking phrase uttered you might see a mushroom cloud from where I’m standing at the time.

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The Plot Twist

Have you ever taken a sip of something expecting it to be one thing and it turns out to be something completely different? Well that just happened to me metaphorically and it caught me off guard…like really off guard!!

I’m glad I’ll have time to sit with this, but it’s something I’ve often wondered about but had never have happen until tonight. I’ll admit that my resulted condition is a bit uneasy and in hopes it doesn’t result in a negative permanent reaction on my part. Maybe experiencing it more than just once will desensitize me to it and it won’t even be something I notice anymore.

For right now though, I’m writing this in hopes my brain can process what’s to come with the same passion I’d been processing things up until this point. If not, I fear I will miss out on something pretty amazing because of a very shallow reason.

I really did NOT expect this AT ALL! It’s like that pivotal point in a movie where you think it’s gonna go one way and you almost get whiplash when it goes the complete opposite way. I almost feel like someone let the air out of my beautiful balloon, and I have to decide to reinflate it or leave it where it is. I really WANT to breathe air back into it, and I hope that’s the end result, but I just don’t know right now. I will say that I don’t like this feeling…at all.

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Well, that’s a first!

Today I had a first date with someone and experienced something I’d never had happen before. I think it’s a good sign, but I’m curious if I’m just reading too much into it, so I’d love to get my readers’ opinions.

The gentleman in question and I met for a quick cup of coffee, as he had to be at work in a little over an hour. The minute he walked up, I felt comfortable with him, and he was definitely as handsome in person as he was in his pictures.

As we chatted over our coffee, I found him to be very well spoken, and he sweetly commented that I was an attractive woman. I returned the compliment. He then gave me the “hypothetical” of what might happen with a relationship between us, which I was just fine with hearing.

He mentioned that he had to be at work soon, so we gathered our things and headed out. When we got outside, he suggested we do something that I have NEVER done with someone, especially on a first date. He suggested we take a selfie together.

Boy did we look good together!

He gave me a hug goodbye, and we kissed briefly. It was very nice, and I left feeling pretty optimistic.

Anyway, since my track record of reading too much into something can get the better of me, I thought I’d ask your opinion regarding the selfie on a first date. What do you think – is this a good thing/sign or does it happen more than I realize…just not to me?

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The second first time

We were laying down on his bed, our arms wrapped around each other. I was still a bit nervous given I’d been down this road with him before. I knew this time was different, but I was still a bit guarded.

He was a good man. I felt it with everything in me. I wanted so badly to tell him what was in my heart, but I wasn’t ready to form those words. Instead, I squeezed his arms around me tighter and said, “You’re so good to me.”

His embrace got a little tighter after hearing me say that as if his hug was mirroring the nervous grin on his face. He sighed slightly and asked softly, “Well, you know why don’t you?”

“No,” I replied.

“Because I love you.”

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How did it come to this?

I took a big chance leaving my previous life behind to move to a new town without a job lined up in hopes of something different. I started this year in the best shape I’ve been probably my entire life. I was in my goal weight range and actually weighed less than I did in junior high. Things just seemed to fall apart.

My job hunt didn’t go the way I’d planned. My accountability partners were no longer close by. I was living with my parents, whose diets consisted of everything I’d been avoiding for the last six months. My eventual commute to and from work took its toll on me, and I fell back into old, horrific habits.

I’m now here, laying in bed, with the realization that I’ve gained back about 35 of the 40 pounds I’d lost, and I’m feeling a combination of emotions – defeated, disappointed, frustrated, scared, ugly, fat, and a ton of other things. I need to find a way to turn this into something positive and motivating.

I mean, how did I let myself get to this point? My diet is like a snooze button, but instead of giving myself a few more minutes of sleep, I’m giving myself a few more pounds before I’ll “really do something.” Yeah, that hasn’t happened. Time to try something different.

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So many feels

Combine moving into a new place plus the imminent time of the month arrival and you have a recipe for a one-woman emotional roller coaster!

I’m bouncing between being so glad to have a place of my own and being able to use MY stuff again all the way to I’m already lonely and what would have happened if I didn’t divorce my husband or move back here. I’m second guessing every decision I’ve ever had and feeling that my future is always going to be riddled with money struggles.

I find myself jealous of people who own houses because I see that as a goal that will forever be way out of my reach. I wonder if this new place will ever feel like home. My appetite shrinks to nothing as I worry about whether my clothes will even fit in the tiny closets.

I rejoice knowing my commute took me less than 20 minutes, yet I feel so far away from everyone. I remember just after my divorce, sitting in my very first apartment – my very first place of my own. The silence was deafening and the loneliness was palpable. I’m terrified those feelings will come back.

I guess that’s it – I’m terrified. I know that true growth will only happen outside of your comfort zone. If that really is true, then I’m in for some EPIC times ahead!

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Anxiously Awaiting

Writing has always been my way of dealing with stress. Well…that and eating. Today is a significant day for me, however, as I am finally getting the keys to my apartment. I have been staying with family since I moved back to the DFW area last November, so to have a place of my own again is going to be nice.

I’m more nervous today than I thought I’d be. This is largely in part to a few things. First, my commute here, which will soon be dramatically reduced, took me an hour and half, and, towards the beginning, the cars in front of me stopped rather suddenly, as did I, and all of the stuff in my car came screeching forward. This event caused my back window to be almost completely blocked. There was also an accident, which added an unexpected 20+ minutes to my commute. Needless to say, when I got to work, I decided to listen to some music in an effort to calm the savage beast.

Another reason for my anxiety today has to do with my issues surrounding time management…and other people’s lack thereof. In my opinion, if you know that someone is moving into an apartment, you should have everything done PRIOR to the day they are getting their keys. In my case, not only are they installing new carpet TODAY, which is a nice touch, but the cleaning lady has to make the apartment ready after that. The LAST thing I want is for the CLEANING LADY to be in a rush! I was planning on leaving work at 4:00 pm today and driving right there, but apparently I won’t be able to get in until later…and that’s assuming that the carpet gets done first thing this morning like it’s supposed to. Oh, and did I mention that my electricity gets switched over to my name today which means this is all on my dime?!

Finally, the fact that I haven’t even seen the apartment prior to today is making me very nervous. I’ve seen a two-bedroom apartment with the same features, but, because the complex was fully leased, they didn’t have my floor plan to show me. This means that I have no idea if I’ll have room for everything, as I’m basing my decision on their online layout depiction. I’ve taken measurements of some of my furniture in hopes that there will be a place for it. I have no idea if my patio furniture will fit, but that too has been measured. Hell, I don’t even know if the patio door opens in or out!

If you haven’t guessed, I’m a planner. This is part of the reason I’m getting my keys today, Tuesday, and not moving my stuff in until Saturday. I need to do my inspection. I need to clean to my standards. I need to get my shelf paper put down so I can unpack. Plus, I’ve got a tradition, thanks to the movie St. Elmo’s Fire, of eating peanut butter & jelly sandwiches on the date I get my keys.

So, here I sit, wishing I could just write all day. I’m doing my best to stay busy at work, but it seems I’m a bit too efficient with my time, so now I’m all caught up and it’s only 9:45 am. This is gonna be a looooooooong day!

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