Possession

August 26th, 2010 § 36 Comments

Do you know who Rachel Wilkerson is? Have you read her blog? Laughed (hysterically, I might add) at her videos? Felt empowered that you are a woman?

I have. Rachel is one of those people who isn’t afraid to say what she thinks and stand behind her word. She’ll come to your side if ever you need support and she’ll keep you on your toes with the array of subject matter that she writes about daily. She’s witty, sassy, sexy and smart. Dare I say she’s like Samantha, Miranda, Charlotte and Carrie ALL rolled into one? Well, I just did. I own it.

Speaking of, those three little words: “I own it,” make for one powerful statement. Yesterday Rachel wrote about owning it. I suggest you go read the post. Seriously. Everything I want to say about being guilt-free and ridding yourself of fear, doubt and insecurity is there and in so many more of her posts.

And since she’s letting me, I’m going to borrow this little number:

And let you in on a few things.

See, ever since I read Jenna’s Confessions of a Food Blogger I’ve been thinking to myself, what confessions do I have to make? What things would I say if I had all my readers and this community in a room with the promise that they’d never tell?

When I read Rachel’s post yesterday, I thought, “Screw the room, push down the walls, it’s time to get real.”

I totally believe in the separation of personal life and blog life. There are many aspects of my life that don’t need to be public and many parts that I don’t want to be public. There are however things from the past I have said that my actions since have contradicted.

Remember when I told you I spray tan a lot? I didn’t go overboard voicing my views on UV tanning but I didn’t exactly praise it either. Andrew credits me as the reason for putting a halt on his overly tanorexic lifestyle. Carrie pleaded with me not to ever step foot in a tanning salon again. I know the potentially harmful side effects. I know that it increases the risks for skin cancer tremendously.

I’m tanning again. In a tanning bed. Sorry I’m not sorry.

This is a recent thing for me and it goes beyond the need to feel good about myself at a cosmetic level. My skin has been suffering through some changes this summer and tanning helps to alleviate it. I know the difference between somewhat normal and going overboard. I don’t need a lecture on why it’s so bad. I get it. I know. I feel better and that’s all that matters.

When I was in Nashville, I made a materialistic purchase. Some might say that goes against the restrictions of my Summer Spending Challenge. I say it was a souvenir. Sorry I’m not sorry.

When I took Chase (Visa) out of the freezer, I used him a few times. They weren’t large purchases, but – wait no, ya know what? Sorry I’m not sorry.

Oh and remember that terrible breakup I went through in January? The one where he said he wanted to end it because I blogged and he just didn’t “get it”?

Well, he also broke up with me because I wouldn’t sleep with him.

Sorry I’m NOT SORRY. I own that decision and I love myself even more for it.

You might think I just went a little too personal there. I own that and I’m OK with it. If it’s “too much” to share on a blog, I’m content with going against the grain.

In the same respect, I refuse to settle for anything less than what I truly deserve. No relationship is perfect, but no woman should ever be made to feel like they are inferior to their man. Am I picky and selfish here? If I am, I don’t care. In the words of Marilyn Monroe: “If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.”

I love Jesus. I have a strong faith and I love church. But at times, an F-bomb slips from these lips. I own that.

My thoughts can be stereotypical and my judgments are passed too quickly. I sometimes don’t give people a chance beyond a first impression. I’m working on that and I fully admit it’s a flaw. I own that.

I picked up and moved half way across the country with no “real job.” I’m working part-time for the same company I worked for in Pittsburgh, but I took a severe pay cut.

I am absolutely joyous to have the ability to have free room and board and only work part-time for the first time since high school. Some may call me privileged and they’d be right. Hell, they might say I’m spoiled to have this opportunity when so many others struggle to make ends meet. Sorry I’m not sorry.

I’m giving myself a mental break. Physical space. Leisure to pursue my passion. Downsizing stress and responsibility.

I own it.

If you’ve asked me for advice in the past and I’ve given it repeatedly yet you still continue to fall into the same pattern, part of me has written you off. Same goes for unreturned emails, ignored phone calls and when you don’t listen to me while we’re having a conversation. I respect the right to have your own opinion, make your own decisions and live a hectic life. You should respect mine, too. Sorry I’m not sorry.

I’m choosing to own it. To not be sorry.

Can you do the same?

Is there something you’ve been holding back for fear of what others think??

I’m joining Rachel and inviting you to take charge of something in your life – via blog, email, conversation, etc., and finally own it.

Take it from me – be free.

It’s kind of like a new pair of boots. At first it might be hard to put them on. Walking around in them might feel unnatural, stiff.

Walk around just a little bit more – as soon as they start to break in, you’re never gonna wanna take ‘em off.

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