Saturday 30 November 2019

My friend turned to me in the spa, and said, “If it’s not a f*ck yes, it’s a no,” - I think it may be the best advice I’ve heard this side of 20.


I’m baaaaaaaaack. Yes I’m here, with a self-indulgent post that covers such ~new~ concepts for this blog, namely;  (1) relationships (2) self-reflection. The content is almost TOO original, I know.

So the concept alluded to in the title is pretty basic – it’s formally taken from Manson (a touch mad that the original quote is attributed to that BS artist lol), but better articulated by Art of Wellbeing. Essentially, the phrase is designed to act as a prompt for us to consider our relationship decisions and how we make them. It refers to the ‘hell f*cking yes’ feeling you get in your gut when you meet someone that’s special. Some people meet lots and lots of ‘f*ck-yes’s, some less so, sometimes people we’ve known for a long time transform into a ‘f*ck-yes’ when we get to know them better… sometimes some of us go long periods of time between meeting  ‘f*ck-yes’s’ and start to romanticize the ‘this-is-nice’s’ to a point where they become the ‘f*ck-yes’ of our dreams (I feel personally attacked by myself).

This is the problem that I think has contributed to the huge levels of heartbreak, separation and divorce going around – many of us don’t self-evaluate ‘f*ck-yes’ status frequently enough to allow us to properly evaluate our relationships …until it’s too late, and people get hurt.  

This doesn’t necessarily mean that when it becomes more difficult to look at the person and feel those ‘f*ck-yes-feels (it inevitably does, with ANYONE, no matter how in love you initially are), that the relationship is bust. If your gut is suddenly saying no, it’s probably because you’re not emotionally ready. When the person comes around that you’re meant to be with, both of you will be at a point in life where that gut will willingly be like:  “f*ck yes I’m ready for compromise”, “f*ck yes, let’s find a solution to this, “f*ck yes let’s get through our shit together”, “f*ck yes let’s grow old together” – that is the f*ck-yes every person wants. Nothing to do with romantic gestures, social media posts or words that end up not meaning much in the end (~calling out a cute 21st speech from a dear old friend of mine lol~).

People want someone to think of them and think – “f*ck.”…“f*ck yes, f*ck yes 'till the end”.

That’s it - that’s how you and your person will eventually find each other. You both have the gut feeling… yet, through the hurdles, the gut feeling stays. When the gut feeling goes away and we continue in our relationships, that’s when things start getting messy; It’s when we start telling lies, hurting each other and convincing ourselves we deserve less than we truly do.

Therefore, my little reflection of the post is this: I don’t deserve anything less than a “f*ck yes”, and neither do any of you. Of course, there's an in-between gut feeling (ArtofWellbeing calls this the 'fuck yes enough') - and if you want to get into more nuanced detail, I suggest you read the article linked above. 

In summary, I think it's a simple little musing/mantra that is helping me navigate the emotional headspin that is being single in a generation that has too much choice. I hope it somehow helps you, too.

Love Always,

M x 






Sunday 2 June 2019

I’ve been stuck in a cycle of emotional self-harm (and you might be too, let’s give ourselves a break)

“Everything is too good, I’m going to fuck it up, it’s inevitable”

Thankfully, 8 years into generalised anxiety, gone are the days of mottled extremities in icy cold showers and wristbands hiding physical markers of my dwindling self worth. “I have overcome.” I tell myself at least once a week, when I feel my brain fall toward unhelpful paths. “I am resili-“.... I try. I try to tell myself I have faith in the fire in my belly that keeps me going, but oftentimes it’s not enough to stop a spiral of repeated internal mantras that arguably hurt more than a dismantled Gilette razor ever could.

Everyone who’s ever been kind enough to love me - whether romantically or platonically - has  tried to convince me that my internal monologue is harming me, and despite knowing (deep down) that they’re right, I am yet to rid the habit completely. Convincing myself I’m not worthy of anyone’s time is the only reason I’ve ever managed to find ways to earn it. Simple. People like me (or, rather, us *to all the other anxious souls who might be reading this) don’t ever really see our wins as a result of something inherent within us. I consistently feel an exaggerated level of “luckiness” that I’ve never ever felt like I deserve, and even though part of me wants to take credit for it - for my achievements, I really do - every time I work hard enough to pull off something worth celebrating, I feel like I’m just keeping my head above water. All I’m doing when I have a self-serviced win is maintaining the happiness status quo that I should be grateful for because I’m just so goddamn lucky to be given the opportunities I have in my life. “I’m not special,” I think, “Someone else with my luck would be doing 9,000 times better.” I don’t ever let myself think I did something over and beyond what was expected by the universe.

And that’s how I convince myself I stay grounded, by never feeling too proud of myself. By belittling my own self worth, so that, by default, I can always be striving to be better. The dream, right? - all successful people are continuously striving to be better. In theory, yes, this might work if I was some kind of emotionally secure person who could metaphorically pat themselves on the back once in a while. In practice, as someone with a dismantled ego, it hurts. Never being truly proud of yourself makes you feel helpless, hopeless and lost in the past - sometimes the future - but almost never (and I’m not exaggerating) the present. 

So, when the present comes and wraps its warm arms around my anxious mind once in a while - as it did during the weekend that just passed - I get extremely distressed when the future comes creeping back to steal my attention again. Currently on the train back to Dubbo, I am well aware of the warmth and security of 72 hours celebrating the good in my life unravelling around my body. I’m conscious of the doubt seeding itself back into my core.

I just started to think about the next way I will disappoint the people around me - but then, I started to write. I started to write this blog to try to remind myself that negative self-talk is not only harmful for me, but it takes away my capacity to give back to people who would benefit from knowing a person who believes in themselves. I am working on being that person, and giving back in ways that show I’m grateful for my luck in life, and for today, that should be enough. 

Being kind to ourselves is enough of a goal for now. So that’s my Monday message. Lean into the self-love, tell yourself you’re resilient. 

You deserve to believe it.

♥️♥️♥️
M

Tuesday 14 May 2019

A guide to internet dating for the insecure (or even just the unsure)

Ah, dating apps. The worst. Honestly, they're just a medium that amplifies lust and choice and more often than not they render dating in today's romantic climate seriously daunting.

I can't trash it too much though - I'm currently in what some call a swiping "success story" (hi Max!) - but I've also experienced swiping-induced heartbreak (read: mielzy, 2016 lmao). So far my current relationship is approaching a year and doing pretty well... but how did I get here? uhhhhh who knows (???), but in this blog/brain vom I have some ideas of how you might find someone cool to hang out with and ~maybe~ - just maybe - fall in love with.

My wonderful friend just recently entered the dating world after breaking off an engagement with a partner of almost 7 years (!shoutout, love you, you're a queen), and one night in a haze of drinking gin, talking petty shit about exes and communally swiping for her next new 'person', we realised - what were we looking for? And when we found someone that could be him, what happens next?

1. Figure out who you're looking for
Do you want to have fun with someone and just see what happens? Are you just really in need of some intimacy in your life? Do you feel like you need to find 'the one'? Are you heartbroken and need a distraction? Are you bored? - Before you figure out who you're looking for, you've gotta look at why you're there. It's simple. Pick people to chat to who vibe your particular end game. Wanna have a casual hang? - sweet, but don't accept the second date with someone who seems commitment-prone from the get go. It'll get messy. 


Want a relationship? I swear if you are even considering going on a single date with Mr. 'here for fun not the long run'; or señor 'in for a good time not a long time' - hate to break it to you, but you are merely bamboozled by his jawline. Swipe left. Just swipe. abruptly. left. And deep down YOU know hookup heroes from their chat style, even if they don't have any indication in their profile (cough* can I see a pic ;)? *cough). Don't lie to yourself, or, at least be real with your expectations on that date with Mr/Ms hookup if you go on it anyway.


2. Don't be afraid to be yourself
I know it's a tired sentiment but how do you expect someone to love you if they meet a different version of you? Like... don't go out of your way to scare them with your quirks, but don't hide your humour, ideas, values or opinions purely to seem palatable. What if your seemingly unpalatable or super dorky joke makes him pee a little with laughter? You'll never know. Be open. Your friends love your shit, who knows, your hinge match might too.

3. Emotionally prepare for things not to work
The menagerie that is app-dating means sometimes people get distracted by other shiny things. Doesn't mean you're not shiny, wonderful or great - ghosting behaviour is just a for sure sign that the particular connection wasn't right. It smashes your ego to pieces and the rejection leaves a mark on your soul that lasts for days - if not weeks  - but, someone who will truly love you one day won't give up on you that easy at the start. 

I mean, there's probably some weird love story out there where someone got ghosted by their destined life partner and meets them out a year later or something and that person's like "OMG! i've been thinking about you since we lost touch" and they live happily ever after, but statistically - is that really you? (I guess you can take that bet on your own. God luck pining)

Trust the process: as much as they have been distracted by something or someone, there's a whole waiting list of new, other shiny people for you to swipe and learn to love too (including yourself, but that's a topic for a different kind of blog)

4. Be honest with your expectations 
The best thing about being single is you have nobody to answer to romantically; you can have any expectation from dating that you want. Yes, it can be tiring to see guys just message 'just so you know, I'm only here for fun', but at least they're being truthful. If you're down for that, but want to be more subtle, hint people with your flirty and fun expectations from the get go. Tell them you want to have drunk hang-outs or are ' just wanting new experiences.' It's called communication, I know we can all do it - but it seems we all might need to do it a bit better.

I'm not saying that if you're down for commitment you should say that you're looking for love straight off the bat in an awkward, 'I'm swiping for the one,' kind of way... I'm saying, if you really like someone and you hit it off through playful banter from the get go, at some point it might be a smart idea for your own sake to ask the anxiety-inducing, fateful question: 'What brought you on Tinder/Hinge/Bumble?' 

Some peoples' answers might surprise you. The resulting conversation might eventually lead to a healthy, loving, supportive relationship. Just Sayin'

5. Have fun 
(So cheesy that this classic directive is my last point)
Dating can be fun, OK?! Some people have electric connections; some people have zero in common; some people might piss you off; some people might make you feel uneasy (alright in this case, abort mission ASAP) -  in the end, I don't regret the hilarious date stories I have up my sleeve because I found someone I can now say I really do love. 
As I said before, rejection hurts - but, you ask yourself this: is potential looOoOove worth it? 


Anyway, I was going to literally hand write this as a list for my friend as a lame break-up guide of some kind, but I remembered I have a blog and I love to overshare with my world.

Be back with another post at some other unpredictable time in the future.

Love, M x

Wednesday 20 February 2019

Something I hope to remember if I ever raise a little girl


I was contemplating the other day about a particular problematic thought I had when I saw the most gorgeous 4 or 5-year-old girl walking around in the Philippines - I thought ‘my goodness, that girl will be a heart-breaker one day’. Seems innocent, right? Yeah, it is on the surface… but on further reflection, I realised I’d wronged her. Let me explain.

We shouldn’t be calling our little girls (and boys, for that matter) heart-breakers for their big eyes or their pretty, symmetrical and picture-perfect faces. We feel compelled to, but we shouldn’t. 

We should be considering kids heart-breakers when they say something funny, or do something brave. We should consider kids heart-breakers when they master a task, think outside the box or crack a big smile. We shouldn’t perpetuate the idea that love is a game played and controlled by those who simply look the nicest. 

Altogether it’s pretty lame system, and I personally don’t think it helps young people navigate dating and relationships when it’s eventually their time anyway.

Just a quick blog so I don’t forget I had the revelation.

Hope I’m on this with more shitposting in 2019. 


x M