It's seems like 2016 has had certain things up it's sleeve for me...
Exes.
Ex-Boyfriends, More Ex-Boyfriends, Ex-Careers, Ex-Parents {more on that later},
Ex-Wives / Ex-Girlfriends of my Ex-Boyfriends {these gals rock!!}
Ex-Wives / Ex-Girlfriends of my Ex-Boyfriends {these gals rock!!}
Ex-Family Members I've Realized Put The Ole' in Asshole'
{I'm currently thinking about getting a trademark on that gem of a term},
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY Ex-Stories I have held on to for just a little too long...
AND MOST IMPORTANTLY Ex-Stories I have held on to for just a little too long...
Exes have been popping out of the wood work left and right, backwards and forwards, all with surprisingly positive reasons for assaulting me and my well-rehearsed story I've told about why I label them / it "EX".
So I'm left wondering what on God's green earth is causing this sudden upheaval of my some-what apocalyptic past all within the past four months of 2016. That same "past" I had hoped I had nicely swept under the rug so I could be left un-bothered to spin my story and move on as I saw fit.
Was I living in the Michael Jackson Thriller video in which the dead had been summoned to dance and moon walk their way back into and all over my heart as well as my present life as I knew it - just as they had in the past? {btw Best. Video. Ever. I might possibly be okay with this}
Was my sign of Pisces not only in retrograde, but possibly stuck in reverse retrograde zipping me 180mph backwards faster than I ate a jumbo bag of Twizzlers last night towards finally making me confront and deal with what was left, well, undone?
So I'm left wondering what on God's green earth is causing this sudden upheaval of my some-what apocalyptic past all within the past four months of 2016. That same "past" I had hoped I had nicely swept under the rug so I could be left un-bothered to spin my story and move on as I saw fit.
Was I living in the Michael Jackson Thriller video in which the dead had been summoned to dance and moon walk their way back into and all over my heart as well as my present life as I knew it - just as they had in the past? {btw Best. Video. Ever. I might possibly be okay with this}
Was my sign of Pisces not only in retrograde, but possibly stuck in reverse retrograde zipping me 180mph backwards faster than I ate a jumbo bag of Twizzlers last night towards finally making me confront and deal with what was left, well, undone?
It was as if the Universe decided that in order for me to truly move forward I had to visit my past,
get out the ol' hammer, and finally put some nails in a coffin {or seven}.
Those stories I created which left open lids and equally as open mouths once I told them
needed to be nailed down and buried for good.
Stories I have spun and spewed more times than a
Starbucks Moccamaster Machine
spits out heaven in a cup on any given morning in suburbialand.
Stop.... Hammer Time.
Not going to lie here, not even for the sake of "looking" good.
At first I was semi-flattered all these Ex - fill in the blanks were appearing out of thin air. Just as all of us are when an "Ex" anything contacts or finds it's way back to us for a good purpose. It's as if the stale breadcrumb trail we haphazardly laid down by not putting the last nail in the coffin, like we knew we should have, had finally been scooped up and low and behold there we were "found".And being found, you have to admit, besides feeling a teensy bit like flattery, gives the overwhelmingly large feeling of a semi-sorta validation. In some shape or ego fluttering form.
For me it was:
Validation that my father walked away 33yrs ago and stayed away because of his "issues".
Validation that I hadn't lost it {whatever the hell "it" was}.
Validation that I was an ex-girlfriend worth reaching back out to.
Validation that I hadn't lost it {whatever the hell "it" was}.
Validation that I was an ex-girlfriend worth reaching back out to.
Validation that I was right to leave or that they shouldn't have let me go.
Validation that certain family members truly deserved to take a long walk off a short pier.
Validation that I didn't just dream I used to have a super big career.
Validation that even though I had a couple of sucky Ex-Boyfriends,
I was considered friendship material by their Ex-Wives or other Ex-Girlfriends they also had
{helllloooo... that might be the most flattering of them all!}.
Validation AND MORE IMPORTANTLY, that all of the past "stories" I had created
belonged exactly where they came from - the past - and my hammer hit each nail one by one
{finafreakinlutely}.
Validation, validation, validation. Validation that we once were, and continue to be, worthy of affections and attentions, despite what has, had, or continues to happen.
And I ask you honestly... Whenever an EX anything comes back into your life is there a "story" you have been telling yourself that you are hoping to validate or prove true?
Like when your Ex-Boyfriend / Husband admits he really did miss you but was too proud to admit?
GOOD :) MY STORY WAS RIGHT!
Or that you were correct ten years back about them cheating on you?
BAD :( MY STORY WAS TRUE!
Or how about getting recruited back into your old industry even though your vindictive Ex-manager said you would never again find work in the field again if you left?
GOOD :) MY STORY WAS SPOT ON YOU JACKA#$!
It feels good to validate the story you have been telling for so long... dare I say as good as dark chocolate and red wine on a Wednesday night {yes, that good}.
But if we stop, just for a minute, and put down the dark chocolate and red wine {geeez - just for a minute!!} what is the TRUE benefit of getting a validated story, WE made up, based on a couple of facts, that we interpreted based on OUR PERSONAL REALITIES... {see where we are going here...?}
Move, slide your rump, just for a minute let's all do the bump, bump, bump.
{seriously, who doesn't love MC Hammer, who probably has some hammering to do himself...}
{seriously, who doesn't love MC Hammer, who probably has some hammering to do himself...}
Stop, Hammer time!
I'd rather have my 7yr old poke a fork in my eye or mess up my
once a month manicure than have to deal with the fact I should have just
put the final nail in the coffin and buried it / them / whatever happened
instead of letting the story I created run my life as I know it.
{Both of those scenarios would cause both physical and mental agony for me}.
So if I'm offering you a solution to avoid your own Thriller video of sorts, I'd challenge you to make the phone call to who you left the last nail un-hammered for or write a letter and then burn it {responsibly over your sink or something!!!} letting the story go - for good this time.
Ohhhh, for example, say call your father that walked away 33yrs ago and didn't even speak to you at his own mother's funeral {a.k.a. Granma} last summer, because in reality YOU COULD HAVE SPOKE TO HIM ALSO... That's right. Most times the story we tell doesn't include you taking responsibility for your actions or choices. Once and for all, put a nail in the proverbial coffin and bury the story you have told for years why he left you and your family for good.
Now doesn't that feel good knowing what "could have" or "should have" or "most likely could" no longer control your past, present, or future self? They or it left for a reason. Put the hammer on the nail and shut it close damn it! Because if we trust in the Universe that is where it belongs - in our past.
Don't mess up your fabulous self by trying to validate or vindicate. No good ever comes of this, especially to you... Need an extra nail? I have some extras you can borrow...
Love, V
{Valerie of The Ex-Wives}
