Dating Schmating

JesicaTMP-62We’ve all been there, in fact you may be there right now…

Thanks to my therapist I was reminded that we have a tendency to make up imaginary deadlines in our head of when things are supposed to happen and exactly how they’re supposed to play out–like being married by the age of 30, having kids by 35, buying a house before your best friend does, the list goes on… and we’ve been programmed to become fearful if those things aren’t going according to plan.

People ask me all the time if I’m dating, who I’m dating, or why I’m not dating.

Most of the time my answer is “yes”–myself. If I’m being completely transparent I’ve spent the last three years or so hiding behind my well structured walls that I refer to as “work”–my career can require a lot of  creative energy, and time, yet my definition of work can also be defined as the walls I’ve built so that I don’t have to seem vulnerable, have an excuse to not let anyone in, and can continue to build, both physically and metaphorically.

I believe in this day and age people are so quick to settle down, date for the heck of it, or not commit because there are so many options to choose from, and the grass is seemingly always greener on the other side. This is where I think we need to take a step back.

I’m not opposed to dating someone (not just anyone), but I thoroughly enjoy getting to know myself. I’m ok alone, and being alone doesn’t mean you’re lonely, it simply means you have the ability to explore any and all possibilities. Whether that means falling madly in love with someone, picking up and moving to a new state to begin a new chapter, or adopting a new puppy- (personally) I’m open to it all (especially the puppy).

Us females tend to let guys play a HUGE role in how we view ourselves, and yes, I’m guilty of it too. We allow a simple text to change our entire day, or lack thereof make us go bat shit crazy. We’re ok with someone not responding to us, taking us for granted, or lacking any sort of substance because we don’t view ourselves as worthy, and in the back of our minds we’re panicking about imaginary timelines that truthfully don’t exist.

I am confident, sexy, and successful (yes I said it), and although I may not always feel those things, I know them to be true of my character, yet I often seek validation in those things from someone of the opposite sex. We allow them to define us, and make us feel more valuable, or worthy.

Let’s put a stop to that.

No matter where you are in your relationship, whether that be personal or with someone else I think it’s important that we remember it’s more fun to do life with someone and not for them. By sharing the foundation of who we are and being fully confident in doing so there should be nothing wrong with making ourselves a top priority. If your tank isn’t full, why do you think you’d be able to add premium fuel to someone else’s?



“I Did That.”


I do this thing every year where I book a vacation on a few days short notice. I tell my clients, do not tell my friends, and venture off on my own to a sunny destination outside of America where I can turn my phone off, fill up on vitamin sea, and disconnect from the rest of the world. Some find it odd, some find it impressive, some find it admirable, some find it weird; I find it necessary.

On this particular day I woke up in paradise to the sun shining through my windows gently hitting my (very sun burnt skin) and the rhythmic swaying sounds of the palm trees outside my palapa.

Yes, I woke up in paradise, but the reason I awoke was due to a dream; one that often haunts me at times. I don’t talk about them often, as I don’t want to give too much light to situations that I don’t have much time for in my everyday life. It’s a reoccurring dream to some degree and has been happening for years.

In this particular dream I was somehow back with my ex-husband. We were in the kitchen and had recently celebrated something as the large cake in the fridge had suggested. The fridge was a reminder that despite being back together there were still trust issues. There were old photos of girls from the past, post it’s attached to the outside of the fridge with magnets (yet the blank side of the post it was facing me), and I had an unexplainable feeling of disconnect. I knew that if I tried to talk to him and ask about these things that I would immediately be shot down, and that despite whatever he may have said I wouldn’t feel confident trusting in his responses.

It was throughout that period of my life that I trusted others more than I trusted myself. I allowed their words to be more bold, more confident, and hold more value than my own.

When I realized what was going on I knew I had two choices; continue to try and sleep and attempt to determine where this particular dream was headed, or wake up. Waking up was the clear choice, however not always easy, I view it as more than a physical state but a metaphorical one as well. As I took a stretch and I found myself in a state of appreciation I was reminded that those particular happenings were no longer a part of my life, they were no longer a part of my life because I made the ultimate decision. I chose to leave. At the time I didn’t know exactly what that would entail and what feelings would arise in the short term, and long term, but I knew they were much, much greater than the feelings that would have continued to develop had I stayed. I reminded myself that years ago I had a choice in the matter even though in that moment the pain and agony was so strong that I didn’t quite feel that way.

While continuing to wake up, I told myself over and over that I no longer had to live that life. Yes, it may come back as a reminder of what I had to grow through in order to get to myself in the present day, but that’s all it is; a reminder. We have a tendency to get caught up in the past, and allow our past experiences  to define or put such great emphasis on our future that we get stuck in the same cyclic cycle without any sense of forward motion.

Although those dreams are not warranted and aren’t pretty, and can be rather redundant it allows me to be reminded that no matter what I’ll always have a choice. The choices and the way that they present themselves aren’t always easy ones, but they are ultimately ours for the taking. …As I threw on my clothes, brushed my teeth, and grabbed my laptop to write this post, I headed to breakfast on the beach overlooking the sea, and was pleasantly reminded that; “I did that.”

No, it’s not always going to be easy but I’m creating a life worth living, I get to decide who I’m going to be, and that my voice doesn’t necessarily have to be the loudest in the room, it just needs to be loud enough to make an impact.

So, for all of you that are struggling with where you want to be, and which direction you’re headed—remember that you have a choice- you have a say in this thing called life and you deserve to make an impact. Know that your life doesn’t have to be perfect for you to be proud!