We spend much of our lives waiting. Hoping for something we want to happen, waiting for it to happen.
I wait in traffic to get to my job, on the line at the supermarket to buy my food, at a restaurant to receive my dinner, for my paycheck every two weeks.
But I will no longer be waiting for acceptance from someone. Confident girl has re-emerged and she is kicking ass and taking names. I’m not waiting for any man to decide if I am good enough. I spent the past few months feeling sorry for myself, crying rivers and finding ways to convince two men in my life, at different times, of why they should be with me. Unfortunately one guy got the, for lack of a better word, shittier version of me. Confident girl was taking a mini-break to deal with lots of shit, but now she’s had enough of weak girl and told her to get the fuck out. I wish he could have met her, he would have liked her, a lot.
I have always gone after what I have wanted and nine times out of ten, I get it. I am persistent, very persistent. Or maybe I am just confident. Confident, persistent, with a compassionate heart – what a great mix! Next guy will be lucky – he’s getting the best version of me. I am lucky too, because I have brought back the best version of me.