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I’m independent. Really. I’m a grown-up, as much as I don’t like to admit that because I feel like I’m losing a part of myself by typing that here.
I rely on nobody but myself to get things done. Obviously the support of others is totally fantastic and OMG I LOVE ALL OF YOU THAT SUPPORT ME but at the end of the day, if shit doesn’t get done, it’s on me. Nobody else.
That part feels good.
So why is it then, that this little independent girl over here (me) just wants desperately to meet someone who wants nothing more than to take care of her (me)? I’m not talking sugar-daddy. I’ll pass. I’m talking “omg-I-love-you-so-much-that-your-happiness-is-tops-on-my-list” take care of me.
Society says I’m supposed to go to college. Well, I did that. Society says I’m supposed to go find a career. Well, I did that. I’ve always said that I want to be able to provide for myself before I get all tied up in someone else’s life. I’m providing. I’m surviving.
It’s like this. I’m in this place where I feel like I have everything, but at the end of the day, there isn’t one person that I call or see to unwind with. I have some great friends here, yes, but I’m talking about someone to just, I don’t know, share LIFE stuff with.
This week has been awesome for me, professionally and personally. Our panel was selected and I have the opportunity to speak at SXSW, which spurred an onslaught of congratulations from colleagues ACROSS THE COUNTRY. I’ve learned so much at work this week, I thank my lucky stars that I’m here. My mentors have been on super-mentor mode this week and I’m growing and learning about myself.
I’ve called my friends and family and they’re all super-pumped for me, don’t get me wrong. They know what SXSW means to me and they get it. All I want is someone who really, truly, deeply understands how much the events this week have helped me grow, and how that can help US grow. Someone who is so completely floored by this week’s events that they too can’t help but dance around like a crazy person because there is so MUCH AWESOMENESS that dancing around is the only solution.
All these new and exciting things that are happening are fun. And great. But they’d be SO MUCH BETTER if there was someone to happy dance with.
I’m impatient. I get that. I know this person will come with time, that a lot has happened in the past six months and that I should be thankful to be as happy as I am. I am happy – don’t get me wrong. I’m not sulking here, I’m just saying, at the end of the day, when it all comes down to it, that’s what I want. I want someone to share LIFE with. The good, the bad, the crazy.
The crazy part is a lot of it. To find someone who gets, understands, hell, even loves my crazy, that’s the goal.
I’m a workaholic. I’m married to my career because that is what works for me right now. I say married to my career – I mean, I’m totally committed to myself on this part. I want to do great things. I don’t know what exactly that entails – I just know I want it to be great.
I seek out extra stuff to do so I don’t have to think about it. But when I get all caught up with all the extra stuff and I have time to actually THINK about where I’m at and what I’m doing – the one part that’s missing is top of mind.
How can I turn it off? Obviously if I’m thinking about it all the time it will never happen because my thinking about it and being self-aware will likely translate to desperate and needy (I’m neither of those, by the way, just excited for the day when I do have everything).
What’s up with this feeling of never being completely satisfied? Is that going to be my downfall or is that what is going to get me through the tough stuff and standing taller once I’m through it?