Girl meets guy. Girl likes guy
and guy likes her too. Girl screws things up (and has done so with almost every
likable suitor she’s met) by coming out the gate with walls up, waving her independent
“I can take care of myself” flag -- loud and proud, being passive instead of
communicating her wants and needs clearly, and being too prideful and too much
of a coward to let herself be open and vulnerable enough to allow herself to
fall in like/love with someone and vice versa, and know while there’s risk for
hurt, it’s okay to try again and again, until she meets someone who’s her
equal. Because when she least expects it, she could end up with the right
person at just the right time. Only first, she must acknowledge why she’s the
common denominator in being boyfriendless, decide to change her ways and
patterns that aren’t working, and understand that allowing a guy to be a guy
and do things for her and feel needed, won’t strip her of her wholeness or
cramp her style, and that while it’s great to be in a position where she can
handle herself, it’s important to master balance.
In fact, as she becomes less standoffish and stops letting her emotions or what her
family and friends may think is best for her cloud her decision making, she
could intentionally be making steps towards changing the game, which will
require getting uncomfortable, unlearning some deep rooted beliefs she once
held, and having a new approach to things. Will she finally snag the bae that
stays? We’ll see.
About a year ago, I had a dream my dad wanted to talk to our family about something serious. I wasn’t sure what he wanted to discuss, but I knew it was something I needed to prepare myself for. Around the time after I had this dream, I remember stopping by my parents place and sensing something was going on that they weren’t telling me. I tried to dismiss what I’d been feeling, but I couldn’t shake it. Something serious was happening. As I returned to my home after visiting them one day, I was in my kitchen washing dishes when a heaviness hit my heart like nothing I’d ever felt before. Something’s wrong with dad. That’s what that dream was about. God, what’s going on? As I continued washing dishes, I started crying and praying. Then in mid-spring, my dad held an unexpected family meeting that would change all our lives forever. He hesitated at first, and as his voice started cracking and he started crying, he said, “Well, I wanted to talk to ya’ll to tell you that I have kidney disea...