Dear Editor: Copy, Cut, Paste, Delete….Writing my Own Story


Funny thing about¬†introspection: it’s just so damn personal! ¬†You see, I had a post all ready written about the perils, trials, and tribulations of dating for highly educated Black women in the DMV. ¬† It was witty, charming, and beautifully constructed. ¬†Trust me. ¬† However, my inner voice suggested that the content was not entirely accurate or perhaps it was simply to simplistic. ¬†I was regurgitating a narrative that I have heard from women like me who are looking for love in seemingly all the wrong places. It was a story of rejection, heartbreak, loneliness, and even shame‚ÄĒalbeit¬†not without its light moments. ¬†Yet, it was a story framed from the point of view of a victim. ¬†I am not a victim, though it occurs to me I have operated as one for way too long.

In thinking of matters of love and life, I am resigned to be the editor of my life.  In this role, I have the power to decide who stays and who shall go.   I can write a better story, by way of smart choices based  first and foremost around loving myself and consequently not based on the fleeting opinion of others.  Within this paradigm, I determine my self worth from a higher truth: I am a person in progress, but I am worthy of  pure and genuine love.  As editor, I can redefine the storyline as I go along, being confident not to settle and faithful enough to take a risk in pursuit of my dreams.  However, this is much easier said than done.

I am the kind of girl that thrives on male attention. There I’ve said it. ¬†For as long as I can remember, it was very important to me that boys and men found me attractive and worthy of love. ¬†I ¬†had a boyfriend pretty consistently since the second grade and let me tell you the melodrama of that puppy love affair could rival that of any daytime soap opera. ¬†I kept boyfriends through middle and high school, and married in my early twenties to ¬†further solidify a pattern of serial monogamy sprinkled in with a few regrets. ¬† Divorced by twenty-eight, I was devastated, angry, bitter, and sad. ¬†The man who was supposed to support me, love me unconditionally, and protect me‚ÄĒlet me down. ¬†Yet in retrospect, I had let myself down. I am my own editor.

A little armchair psychology will easily connect my “boy issues”, as ¬†I call them to my relationship with my father who loved and spoiled me incessantly, but was limited in his ability to provide the real guidance, nurturing, time, and wisdom I craved. ¬†You see my parents were divorced when I was still a little baby and my father¬†remarried raising a family outside the one he created with my mom. ¬†I do not begrudge him any happiness his choices may have brought to his life; I am just realistic about how they colored my experiences in love and relationships.

I also watched my mom move through a series of boyfriends‚ÄĒnone of which¬†ever really¬†deserved her. I know she did this in a failed effort to bring a father figure into my life ¬†as well as to provide the love and security she wanted and deserved. ¬† Yet, as I see this pattern repeating in my life: ¬†toxic relationships, broken homes, anxiety, and depression; I am making an active choice to stop it right here. ¬†The call on my life is too big not to; ¬†I am my own editor.

God is my north star and I always felt very¬†attuned¬†to the universe and what it wanted for me. ¬†I know that I was given a voice, talent, and a passion for living that is worthy of the kind of love that will last a lifetime. ¬†Accordingly, it is not worth it for me to waste the energy and time investing into thin relationships based on my own insecurities, fears, or simply a desire to get the love that has alluded me, thus far. ¬†Yet to say that it alluded me would be somewhat of a misstatement. ¬†I have had great guys‚ÄĒthough flawed‚ÄĒlove me in healthy and nourishing ways. ¬†However, I am learning that I need to come into a place mentally, physically,¬†spiritually, and emotionally where I am able to first recognize and then form healthy romantic relationships.

Ladies: ¬†I ardently¬†urge you to do a mirror check. ¬†For all the complaining we do about the foibles, fumbles, and general fuck ups the men in our life enact upon us, it is important that we don’t lose sight of how we are contributing to our own destiny. Of course this not to say that the guys out there don’t require¬†their fair share of¬†introspection, healing, and calls for accountability. They surely do. ¬†The relationships between Black women and Black men are ¬†plagued by historical consequences and cultural baggage. ¬†Accordingly, it is that much more important that we become more¬†intentional about recognizing and valuing the love within ourselves and others.

I say all this to say, I am taking a break to be with myself. ¬† That is right folks‚ÄĒyou heard it here first. I am pulling myself out of the game. ¬†I am sure that with this bold proclamation that every guy I ever wanted will come knocking down my door‚ÄĒthe universe is not without a sense of humor. ¬†However, my dating¬†sabbatical¬†isn’t about self-denial, but more about self-actualization. ¬†I am taking sometime to embrace the skin I’m in and to learn to love myself fully‚ÄĒflaws and all. ¬†I am taking some time to know the God within me, to tap into my full¬†potential, heal a few wounds, jump over a few hurdles, knock down some road blocks, and most importantly write my own happy ending. I am the editor of my life. ¬†More to come…stay tuned.

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