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The Good Life

Be prepared to deal with loneliness. In fact, embrace it. You may discover a new level of confidence you haven’t tapped into yet – Me

This year I dealt with a lot of loneliness and feeling especially unwanted. I noticed this around the summer and instead of embracing it, I grew resentful. What I couldn’t see then that I’m able to recognize now was that the loneliness and feelings of being unwanted were necessary.

There were some relationships and friendships I cultivated during my time in college that weren’t as solid as I thought. Looking back, a number of them were mainly superficial and lacked steady foundations to begin with. Although I masked a strong and confident front that I was unbothered, I was honestly pissed, disappointed and mostly hurt I didn’t stay connected with a number of people I’d met. And it wasn’t because I didn’t try. I sent texts, reached out, and even looked at my phone and social media feed for weeks to months at a time waiting to be reached out to and when that didn’t happen, I interpreted those connections - done. There was little to no reciprocity and I had high hopes (probably too high) to remain in touch with some of the people I’d met. When things fizzled, I got the message.

While working through the loneliness a lot of my insecurities and some silly and questionable thoughts started creeping in…
Maybe they don’t want to hang with me because I’m older than them. It’s lame to be in your late 20's and chill with people in their early 20's. Right?
Maybe I’m not good enough.
Maybe it’s because I’m black.
Maybe it’s because I’m a Democrat and a little more liberal. (The environment was mostly Christian, conservative and very Republican dominated. And I wasn’t drinking the Kool-Aid.)
Maybe they’re intimidated.
Maybe they’re insecure.
Maybe I offend them.
And so on. Ridiculous, I know.

Then I thought, it’s cool when people stay in touch and remain friends with people they went to college with. I’ve never had that. When I was working through college and finishing my senior year, there were plenty of times when I felt unwanted and shunned and there were also some things that happened I’d rather not go public with. Once people started pulling back and casual run ins with familiar faces in passing turned into, it’s nice to see you. We should catch up sometime… lacked follow through, along with my brief and final visit to a place I used to fellowship at frequently with a lot of those familiar faces, I realized three things:

You must learn how to let people (and your expectations) of them go.
You must understand that sometimes, you outgrow people.
You must learn to grow comfortable in your seasons of aloneness.

I don’t have a ton of close friends I keep in touch with or vice versa from college. I didn’t graduate with an MRS degree, ring before spring (popular expression amongst Christian communities in reference to young college women eager to get married before college ends) or even a boyfriend. But I parted with some beneficial life lessons and a confidence boost. With this year coming to an end I’ve learned to embrace loneliness as a gift and have unexpectedly soared to new heights. A lot of people try to fight loneliness when they should embrace it. There will be times and seasons when God sets you apart for a reason. It’s up to you to get still and explore why. All will be revealed. In my loneliness, I’ve grown closer to the Lord and incredible things have been happening to me and all around me. And through the ups, downs, twists and turns, my life is unfolding exactly as it should and I’m not salty, bitter, sad, or unhappy. I’m actually doing great. Life is good.



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