Tuesday, May 31, 2016

The Truth About My Single Life



For the past five years I have successfully managed to stay out of committed relationships as if they were dangerous domestic disputes that you stare at in horror for fear of getting caught up in the crazy. So much so that the running joke among my crew, whenever a new suitor came into play, was, "someone should tell him not to get too comfortable." #Yikes!

My decision to fly solo was a calculated choice conceived out of blissful ignorance and
selfishness. I reveled in the freedom of three "nots:" not being accountable to someone else, not being responsible for their feelings and not having to compromise and/or sacrifice my lifestyle.




I didn't turn thirty and lose my mind over the fact that I wasn't married; instead I did the funky chicken and popped a bottle of Veuve Clicquot to celebrate my independence. It was intoxicating while it lasted.

Six years later, I'm back from my anti-relationship tour and I'm realizing the verity in my past actions or lack thereof; I was not mentally nor emotionally prepared to be anyone's significant other. At least that is what I'd convinced myself by way of subscribing to several self-imposed beliefs: I'm Better Off Alone, It's Too Much Work, Emotions Suck, Doubt & Denial, Casual Matters, Waiting for Mr. Right, Solitude Overload and Fear. Yup, my mental DVR was at full capacity.
My aha moment arrived when I figured out that it was never about the right man making me realize that I wanted to be in a relationship; it was about me coming to that realization before meeting the right man. It was then that I began digging deeper and unearthing my mental hang-ups, which subsequently helped me open up to the idea of including a significant other in my life and being able and willing to do the things I needed to do to sustain a loving and healthy relationship.

I'm currently working on getting over the Side Effects of Being Single...For Too Long and embracing a new perspective. lol

MY (mental) DVR LINEUP -

I'm Better Off Alone
The beliefs and thoughts I threw out into the matrix are exactly what I got back. Formally known as The Boomerang Effect. For the duration of my single-girl life, I have half-heartedly believed that I am better off without the problems of being in a relationship. Cuz I can do bad all by myself, right? Wrong. This myopic belief has kept me in a corner and out of the proverbial love game. And no one puts baby in a corner. Well, except for baby herself.

It's Too Much Work
Work by definition is an activity involving mental or physical effort done in order to achieve a purpose or result. Putting in work (as it relates to relationships) was a constant tug of war for me. I wanted the benefits of a relationship without having to work for it. Epic mistake. If you don't subscribe to putting in the work needed to make a relationship thrive, chances are it will crash and burn at every sharp turn.

Emotions Suck
I remember, years ago, an ex-boyfriend telling me for the first time that he loved me. And I, like a deer caught in headlights, just stared back at him as if he'd asked me to solve an equation using an algebraic method; for whatever reason I could not find it within myself to respond in that moment. Being emotionally unavailable is a big sign of "not putting in work" and it is certain to get you nowhere fast if having a relationship is what you desire. Emotions are a key component in a healthy relationship. Acknowledging and dealing with your emotions are also a great sign of maturity.

Doubt & Denial
I cornered both markets like a champ. And it was pretty blissful until it became harmful. There were times when doubt infiltrated my safely-guarded way of thinking; times when the idea of long-term companionship sounded better than the alternative. But I ignored my true feelings and stood firmly in the belief that I didn't need those types of problems. Living in denial about what I didn't need was a disservice to me. Taking off my rose-colored glasses gave me a clear perspective and view on reality as it related to my wants and needs.

Casual Matters
This is the lazy man's version of commitment....because it doesn't exist. You can't subscribe to casual dating and yet expect the same results a committed relationship provides. If you are a pro at separating feelings, then kudos to you! Lord knows I wasn't.

Waiting for "Mr. Right"
I have had a clear (and unrealistic) image of how and what "the one" should be or look like. News flash - that mofo does not exist. My expectations were set too high and my ideas of what life should look like (with a mate) were outlandish and selfish. I blocked out what could've been a good partner because I was too-in-my-head about what I wanted instead of what I needed.

Solitude Overload
"No man is an island entire of itself." In other words, human beings do not thrive when isolated from others. I am a sucker for living comfortably, and to a fault, inside my comfort zone. I can do this for days on end, forgetting that there is a whole other world out there revolving without me in it. No bueno. How the heck am I supposed to meet anyone with this (solitude) attitude?!

Fear of Getting Hurt
"It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all." Getting hurt is part of the relationship process. I won't always be the one for someone else and understanding that fundamental idea can help quell the fear that gets in the way of being in a relationship.



My hope is that this post will help anyone dealing with similar struggles. You are not alone.









Thursday, May 26, 2016

H Street Kiss

That kiss tho...




The kind that picks you up and drops you off in a different state of mind

The kind that leaves you lost in the right direction
it has unexpectedly taken

A kiss so purposeful and sound
Even the force of the wind nor the stares of passersby can break it

The kind of kiss the brain is stubborn to erase
because with every eighth minute
the present veers off its natural course
to travel back to that enchanting space

Back to him and me
planted in front of The Liberty Tree
Back to the heated discussion between lips
and to everything felt and poured out in our kiss

To hello and goodbye

To stoked intensity

And to the eloquent expression of elusive chemistry

2016 ©


Sunday, February 21, 2016

The Object of My Secret Desire

I have been dreaming of John for almost a decade, and still vivid are the atom-like details, thoughts, images and sensations recalled from each dream sequence. They haunt me like friendly little ghosts with unfinished business. 

Present in these dreams of mine are specific recurring themes: vibrant colors, water, a baby or small child, desire, a home and the cosmic tug and pull of deep-seated emotions that stem from an indelible history. 

I'm staring out of my apartment window into the building across the street and see John in a white robe eating a bowl of cereal. A few minutes later he's at my front door holding a baby but doesn't know whom it belongs to; I wake up in a vintage Victorian-style house wrapped in an orange towel. I walk out to the backyard and turn on the faucet to wash my feet but I can't shut it off so I leave it running and head back to the house. Just as I am about to reach the door I see John walking towards me in a pair of red shorts and a puzzled look on his face. We meet halfway and stand in silence as we gaze into each other's eyes. John breaks the pregnant pause to express what he feels. And my response is, "I feel the same way;" we're standing in front of a country club playing kick-ball and see a little girl nearby. She's crying as she watches us so we throw her the ball and ask if she wants to play. She stops crying and walks towards us with a smile on her face; I'm in John's palatial penthouse and we're standing in the middle of an empty room. It's dark with the exception of the city lights shinning through the floor-to-ceiling windows. We're standing close enough that I can see his denim eyes turn green as our palpable trance overtakes the room. He asks that I think about moving in with him and I promise that I will. The scene changes and we're in the throes of passion but decide not to finish. The scene changes again and I'm standing in his bathroom with the shower running but I never get in. And in the most recent dream, John calls to tell me that he is having a baby. He seems nervous as he shares his news and I am heartbroken as I realize what this means.  

I'm always visibly affected when I awake from my melodramatic slumber. My racing heart, slightly damp camisole, the smile upon my face or the excitable tingle in my under carriage are explicit reminders of the cause and effect of my dreams. I get so enthralled in these great escapes that there are nights that I anticipate encountering John in our secret world; a realm void of white noise and the only blank space we can co-exist in sans the scribble of being hurt, bad timing and the inability to let go of the past. 

I honestly don't know what to make of the flagrant fondness manifested in the dark and dusty recesses of my mind, nor do I know what to think when I dream of him by day. I am aware that I may never attain what I think I want in either space. I am, however, certain that the sweet and torturous tumble of our cycle has taken on a spin of its own. It is the heated third force in our second act; the object of my secret desire; the door in the floor that leads to a place I have always longed to explore. 

(c) 2016 E.J. Wanjiru

Friday, February 12, 2016

Odd Shapes

He was a triangle in a box full of squares pretending to conceal the true colors of his axiomatic glare

She, a peculiar circle unwittingly placing the pieces of him inside her mind of misfit pairs

They stood face to face 
surrounded by festive chaos while grey matter moved fluidly 
like a current of magnetic force

And they connected

On Sundays they walked down blocks hands held while petting dogs, 
stopping only to kiss and talk

The sound of music was nice, 
deep in the house they played it loud

Now the sound has stopped 
and all the bells and whistles are gone

"I think we need a break," he said after she poured her fourth drink and her heart out

She didn't see that response coming

Both in a drunken haze - looks were given and things were said

I guess we weren't the right fit

(c) 2015 E.J. Wanjiru

Thursday, January 21, 2016

Tips To Surviving Your 20's, 30's & 40's


Wanna learn some key survival tips on making it through your 20's, 30's and 40's? Visit The Peacock Revue to read the tips that made the list!