Drifting

This blog is my catharsis. When I’m feeling particularly stressed out or down I like to write about it. The same thing with being happy and pumped. When I’m emotional I write, and that’s exactly how this blog came into being. I was disappointed in the way dating was being treated in the city where I lived. After giving so many of my girlfriends advice to try and help with their courtship trials I decided to put my knowledge out there, in the hopes that I could help more people than just the ones I knew personally. I sincerely hope I did manage to help in some way.

Now, here I am again, frustrated, and looking to help people out. But this time it’s different. Yes, dating in Rexburg was difficult but it didn’t seem to affect me the same way it did my girlfriends. I could handle Rexburg, at least as well as I needed to. But now, I’m looking at a different yet interestingly similar situation. Again, there is an issue, and again I find I want to help people see a different way to do things, but this time it’s a little more personal. And yet, I cannot seem to find my voice. Well, isn’t that what a blog is for? So, here is my opinion, and I’d like to share it with you.

I am disappointed again. I seem to find myself adrift in an ocean with no life jacket to keep me afloat. I’ve been washed over by waves and always find myself tumbling around and emerging worse for wear as the waves move on. There is little chance to swim, as I seem to always be kicking against the current, so I’m left with the option to either drift and pray I land somewhere favorable or give it all I’ve got and make my own way. (Did I lose anybody in the metaphor? Sorry, let me explain.)

“Possibilities” is a great word isn’t it? It means potential or promise. The idea of something good to come. But sometimes our possibilities don’t turn out the way we intend. When you go into a situation with expectations you have to make a plan for if or when those expectations don’t turn out the way you’d hoped. Like taking a life jacket with you on a boat in case of emergencies. But what happens when we forget our life jacket? 

I left Rexburg Idaho last summer with an expectation that my possibilities would be endless. I had a dream of moving on to something better, something that would move me forward toward the things I wanted to accomplish with little to no effort on my part. I took a very big risk and made a big change hoping it would land me somewhere I needed/wanted to be to make what I wanted happen. But things didn’t go exactly as planned and all I really ended up doing was jumping into a tumultuous ocean without a flotation device, and attempted to swim for it.

So I was disappointed, but in what? Well, partly it was my lack of planning for the worst-case scenario. But that’s not all. A lot of my disappointment is my fault but not all of it. At least I tried to swim. I am disappointed in those who decide to do nothing but drift.

There is a famous LDS writer and speaker by the name of John Bytheway. I’m pretty sure a lot of you have heard of him. He tells a great story about a bunch of people tubing down a big river. The ride is great, calmly floating down the river with no cares, following the path of least resistance, and going wherever the current takes you. But there are a few people who aren’t satisfied with what the river has to offer them. They notice that as the river flows it takes them further down, and the farther down they go the more debris fill the river; sticks, logs and even garbage impede their path. Some people want to leave the river, looking for bigger and better things beyond its banks, but find the current is strong and getting to shore is difficult. Some make it to the bank only to leave one foot in the water and eventually get sucked back in.  But for those who make it out, the experience was completely worth it. They find that although it’s difficult, forging your own path is far more satisfying than drifting ever could be.

Too many of us are drifting. We are floating down a river either we can’t or won’t escape from. Following the path of least resistance because we find we lack the energy to do anything else. I’ve seen good people, people who I used to respect and admire, caught up in the flow of others around them until they found themselves acting like a person they weren’t. Sad to say I have lost some of my respect for these people. Drifting may be easy, but it isn’t worth it. While fighting against the current may be difficult, you do it with the knowledge that you will not be taken somewhere you don’t want to go without a fight.

I am issuing a call. I call to all those who may find themselves floating down a river they do not wish to be in. All those people who have lost sight of who they really wish to be, I ask you to fight the current made by those around you. Swim for the shore for all you’re worth and find some solid ground. Don’t let yourself be drawn down by the path of least resistance. Find some higher ground and stand firm. It may not be easy, but I can guarantee… it’s worth it. 

Faking It

I have had a lot of things on my mind lately. And one that has been in the forefront for some time now has been physical appearance and societies current definition of beauty. I have to say, I’ve never been one of those people to obsess over the way I look. Don’t get me wrong, I care about my physical appearance. I like to look nice and I make an effort most days to put on a good presentation. But I worry that’s all it is, a presentation. I spend most of my prep time these days trying to cover up what I see as my flaws and project a more perfect appearance, one that I don’t possess, to the outside world. I’m trying to be beautiful, but what it really is is fake.

I would like to know when fake became the new beautiful? All I see around me are fake eyelashes, fake tans, fake boobs, fake noses. I spent an hour in front of the mirror the other night trying to look "natural". It seems like if you didn't spend thousands of dollars and hundreds of hours on your body you can't be considered beautiful by today's standards. And I’d like to ask, does anyone else have a problem with this?

All around us are ads, television shows, movies, magazines, and even other women on the street flaunting their perfect appearances. I know I’m not the only one who looks at another woman, who I believe to be more attractive than me, and think, “man, I’d give anything to look like her.” In today’s world there are certain parameters to being beautiful and most women would do anything to fall into the mold. And I am no exception. Plastic surgery has been suggested to fix one of my most disliked physical aspects and I have seriously considered it. 

It seems that all this obsession with my outward appearance has been a recent acquisition. I never used to spend hours primping and preening unless I was going to a dance or on a date. Now it seems like I can’t even go to a Sunday night game night with my friends without looking runway ready. And I know I’m not the only one. Let me walk you through my makeup routine (one step in my process) and see if any of this sounds familiar:

1.  First, foundation is a must, and usually more than one layer is required to do the trick.
2.  Concealer for those stubborn spots that the foundation alone can’t hide.
3.  Powder to give a matted finish and help control shine.
4.   Bronzer just above the jawline, on the bridge of the nose and the temples.
5.  Blush on the apples of the cheeks.
6.  Draw on the black eyeliner with an angle brush.
7.  Curl the eyelashes.
8.  Put on mascara.
9.  Curl the eyelashes again.
10.  Eyeshadow if I’m feeling particularly glamorous.
11.  Lip liner (usually only if I skipped out on the eyeshadow).
12.  And finally, chapstick. (Anticlimactic I know but I do have dry lips)

 Wow, just reading that I’m exhausted. Altogether this process takes about 20 min. Now the big question? Why? Ladies, why do we do this to ourselves? I have been told on multiple occasions by multiple people, some of them being boyfriends, that I look just as beautiful without makeup as I do with. My response every time is, “I don’t believe you.” Why? Because I really don’t. And I don’t think the majority of women will or do ever believe this statement if, and when, presented with it. We don’t believe that we can be beautiful without 20 min. of faking it. And I think this is a crying shame.

Now, I’m not proposing another feminist uprising with boycotting makeup companies, burning our bras and quitting all forms of hair management. But I do admonish us to embrace our natural beauty, because it is there. Instead of hiding under our layers of cosmetics we should let our true selves shine through the fake that surrounds us. Be a beacon for those who think they are nothing without their alterations. The world would be a better place if more women would stand up and say, “I may not be perfect, but I am still beautiful. And better yet, I am real.”

The Road Less Traveled By

I know it's not about dating but this is also an outlet for my personal writings as well. And who knows, some of you may find it enlightening...

Have you ever woken up one morning and wondered what you have been doing with your life? Well in my case it was sittng in bed at 1:30 in the morning and suddenly realizing that my life had taken a turn and I had missed it. Somewhere along the road I had previously been traveling I took an unexpected detour and have landed in a place I had never planned to be in. And I can't say I like the feeling of being somewhere you didn't intend.

I am remembering all the ones that I have left behind, the people who I have forgotten or simply drifted away from. I have come to find out that my life is not composed simply of my experiences. I am inclined to quote one of my favorite musicals, "Wicked", one which I have never actually seen but I know all the songs and I hope one day I will have the priviliege. In the song "For Good" Glinda and Elphaba (the two main characters, best friends turned rivals but still with a soft spot for each other) are parting ways at the end of a hard life for both of them. Elphaba has embraced wickedness after a lifetime of trying to do good and getting nothing but resentment and even cruelty in return. She has accomplished nothing and decides that the time has come to hand over her good intentions to her friend Glinda, who may have some hope of seeing them fulfilled, and giving in to her demise, forever branded as the "Wicked Witch of the West". In the final encounter between these two friends Glinda sings, "I've heard it said that people come into our lives for a reason, bringing something we must learn, and we are led to those who help us most to grow if we let them and we help them in return." I do believe this is very true. I know that there have been moments in my life when I felt like nothing I did made any difference and that no one would be affected by my decisions, whether I chose right or wrong, or even good and not so good. I have come to realize that this isn't so. 

I have been lost, stuck in a ditch on the side of a road I never thought I was choosing to travel. I have made some not so good decisions and some downright bad ones and all I can say is "I'm sorry". I have held on to grudges for far too long, mistreated some people who were only trying to help me, forgotten some of my best friends, and let myself become someone who I am not. I realize all this now and the reason I am telling this to all the people who may actually take the time to read it is because I would like to apologize. I am truly sorry for the way I have been. My hope is that with a little writer's therapy I can come to be the person I always was (with maybe a few slight improvements) and that I can go back to living life on the right side of the road :) 

I love my friends, those people who have been there for me in some of my darkest hours and pulled me out of some of the deepest holes. I am forever in your debt. Some of you may not even know the impact you have had on my life and some of you know full well. I hope that I have been an influence in yours as well. I will always be here for all of you. Whenever you need me, I am nothing but a phone call away. 

So there it is, a short but hopefully powerful statement. I am finding my way again and I will take it like any journey worth traveling, one step at a time. 

The Breakup

So, I’ve given a lot of advice so far on what to do to get yourself into a relationship. I mean, that is what dating advice is for right? But there is another side to dating. Some might say a darker side. Not every relationship we get into will lead to marriage (we don’t practice polygamy anymore) and so I felt like I needed to do a post on what to do after a relationship ends. Sad to say I’ve had more experience with this particular topic than I cared to, but they say learn from your mistakes and why not educate a few other people while I’m at it?

It’s tough to date. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a lot of fun too, but it’s also tough. There are so many ups and downs, twists and turns that before you know it you’re a pretzel and your man (or woman) has left you to untie yourself. Breakups happen. I wish I could say that every relationship will end in wedded bliss but we’re trying to be realistic here remember? Everyone will have their fair share of failures before they actually find the person they’re meant to spend the rest of their lives with. I’ve talked about what to do when a relationship ends before it begins but when you’re in something more substantial it’s a little more complicated.

Breakups are never easy, so I’m not going to pretend that ending a relationship with someone will be something you can just get over. So many people will be telling you to move on, find someone else, and see the bright side of things. It will turn out to be a blessing in the end. Although this last one may be true, I am a strong believer in the need for a mourning period. Whether they were someone who was really good to you or the world’s biggest jerk, you have every right to mourn the loss. In fact I think it’s really healthy to do so. The people who don’t feel anything after a breakup are either lost or lying to themselves. It’s difficult to end a relationship with someone you’ve been intimately connected to for a significant period of time and I don’t want anyone feeling bad for feeling bad about it.

The trick is to not let the mourning period take over your life. Only you can judge how long you need to get over someone and the only person who can tell you when you should be feeling better is you. But don’t let the despair (or whatever you choose to feel, my response is usually a mixture of that and anger) cripple you so that it’s all you feel. There needs to be a time when you start to feel better, when you can get back to life as usual without thinking of the one you lost. I must admit I struggle with this concept after a breakup. Usually the only thing that can pull me out of my funk is to get into a new relationship. But I don’t recommend this practice because you never know how long you’re going to stay single and rebounds suck. You only need to be the rebound relationship once to know what that feels like and I would never knowingly inflict that on another person.

So, what do we do to help get over the one we lost? One of my foolproof way to help ease the hurt of a breakup; cut off all communication with the breakee. You may say, “but we still want to be friends” and that’s all well and good, but only AFTER you have an acceptable period of time to get over what this person just did to you. I have been there, trying to maintain a friendly relationship with someone who broke up with me and I can tell you, it is nearly impossible. You are still emotionally attached to that person whether you like it or not. And emotional attachment can cause some sticky situations when you’re no longer with someone you try and spend time with. Take my advice, a break up is called that for a reason. It means to break, to separate, and to put some distance between you two. I think it’s admirable to try and maintain a friendship with a former flame, but for your own sake, leave the “hanging out” with your ex alone until you no longer feel romantically inclined to the person.

We all have our own coping mechanisms and I can’t tell you your best way to deal with heartache. I do, however, want to point out some things I think it’s important not to do. Throughout all of my dating experience I have been through several breakups (of course, because I’m currently single and I have dated before) and every time I have found myself asking “why?” Why did it end? Were there problems I couldn’t see? Did I do something wrong? I have come to find that this is possibly the most pointless question I could think to ask. Another question we may choose to ask ourselves instead is, “does the why really matter?” We can ask ourselves why all we want, we can even go so far as to ask our former flame why (PLEASE DON’T!) but we will most likely never get an answer that is going to make us feel better about being alone. Do you really want to know why it didn’t work? Do you really want them to enumerate every flaw in your character that made them decide you weren’t the one? I don’t think you do.

Please, don’t waste time and energy trying to figure out why someone has left you. It isn’t going to help you feel any better or heal any faster. And chances are, there really wasn’t anything wrong with you. I’ve said it before, just because someone has decided they don’t want to be with you doesn’t mean there is something wrong with you. It just means that person isn’t the one you’re meant to be with. Because trust me, the person you’re meant to end up with will never make you feel like you’re not worth their time.

That is essentially what someone is telling you when they decide to end a relationship with you. When someone breaks up with you it means they no longer felt that the relationship was worth their time and dedication. And honestly, do you really want to waste your time worrying about how someone like that feels about you? I wouldn’t. A break up is hard, but it doesn’t have to be crippling. You can move on and be happy again, and sometimes the only thing it takes is time. And, as cliché as it may sound, you will find someone else. And this time they may just be the one who wont break your heart.

The Power pt. 2

Alright, two posts in one day, but I needed a follow up to my previous post, Power. My desire was to instill a sense of confidence and power in my fellow females, but I have been informed that I may have also encouraged a bit of selfishness and a desire to get one’s own way. This was not my intention so here I hope to prevent any misconceptions by presenting a more balanced view.

My goal throughout this blog, as I have stated before and as I am sure to state again, is to help the women of Rexburg feel better about themselves. I am hoping that so far I have done a pretty good job. What I don’t want is to motivate the women of Rexburg to be overly demanding of the men we associate with. I want us to have a sense of equality. We should always be equal partners with our significant others, and neither member of the relationship should demand more from their partner than what they put in. Compromise is one of the fundamental aspects of any good relationship.

So yes, you can say no to "The Roommate" but maybe next week you can accompany him to see "Green Hornet".

Ladies (and gentlemen), remember that there should be equality in all things. Ladies, we can know that we are powerful creatures, but we also need to be careful with that power and use it with diplomacy. Sometimes it’s also good to say yes. Be discerning. You’ll know when is the right time to say yes and when it’s okay to say no. Trust your instincts and your guy will trust you.

The Power

Ladies, we are a powerful gender. We are smart, beautiful, talented, spiritual, all rolled into one sweet, caring and loving package. But I fear that sometimes we do not appreciate our strength. We all have abilities that, I believe, have been relatively unexplored by many of the women here in Rexburg. I think the majority of us here do not realize the power that we as women possess. And one of the most awesome powers in our possession is the power to say no.

I’ve said it before and I will continue to say it, we have a right to be picky. We have a right to choose for ourselves someone who is going to add happiness to our lives. But when I’ve said this before I’m afraid too many women have overlooked the most important word: “choose”. We all have our agency, the ability and privilege God gives us to choose and to act for ourselves. So why are there so many times when we forsake what we want in order to make someone else happy? This is where our power comes into effect. Sometimes ladies, you can say no.

Imagine this, if you will: You have been spending time with a wonderful young man for the last few weeks and have really been enjoying each other’s company. Your first few dates were awesome and they were all activities you both enjoyed doing. The next weekend rolls around and he asks you out again. You ask what the activity is going to be and he tells you he wants to take you to see “The Roommate”. Only one problem, you hate scary movies. So what do you do? How many of us would say, “Awesome! See you at 7”? Be honest, you would wouldn’t you. I think a lot of us would put up with 2 hours of nightmare inducing theater just to spend some time with a guy we liked.

What would happen if you said no? What would this charming, wonderful guy you’ve been dating for the last few weeks do if you told him you hated scary movies and suggested you see something else instead? Would he just immediately write you off as a loser and delete your number from his contacts? I don’t think so. In all honesty, he’d probably be okay with it. Most men are open to the idea of compromise if they really like the girl. And trust me, if he’s spent these last few weeks asking you out, spending time and money on you, chances are he likes you. So what are we so afraid of?

Herein lies the problem. We are neglecting our most awesome power because we are scared of saying no. We are scared that if we say no to “The Roommate” our guy will just move on to the next available girl who does like scary movies and we’ll be out a date for Friday night. I understand the fear, and I’m not saying it isn’t justified, but I can go back to what I’ve been saying all along, if he doesn’t make you happy then he isn’t worth your time. If a guy isn’t willing to change his plans because something makes you uncomfortable then he doesn’t respect you, and if he doesn’t respect you then he isn’t worth your energy.

These guys have it far too easy. Most men in Rexburg don’t have to work and make sacrifices to get a date every weekend. (Before all the men get up in arms, I am not referring to all of you. I know there are good guys in Rexburg and I appreciate you, whoever you are.) The girls here will hand them their numbers on a silver platter with a side of French fries and then we will patiently sit by the phone waiting for him to give up a moment in his busy schedule to give us a call. Shame on us. Where is the power? Where is the respect for ourselves? Where are our standards? For too long we have neglected the strengths we have because we have been too afraid of being alone. I don’t want us to be afraid anymore. I want us all to stand up and be proud of who we are as women in this day and age. We are something pretty special.

Be strong ladies. Stand up for yourselves. Let him know when something makes you unhappy. You have the power to make your life better. And don’t you think you deserve it?

The Loneliness

Again, I begin this post with a confession. I must confess that for a (self proclaimed) dating guru, I spend a lot of my weekends sitting home with nothing to do. I want you to know that I am being perfectly honest when I tell you that I feel the pain of every single Single girl in Rexburg. I am one of them. But I still think I give pretty decent dating advice, hence the blog. But this time I’m gonna share with you all some of the things I really enjoy about living life as a young single adult in Rexburg. And I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. Being single can actually be a lot of fun if you do it right.

All of us will have times in our lives when we don’t have a significant other. For some of us those times may be long lasting, and for some we can’t go a week without someone blowing up our phone begging us to date them. For the former (because how many of us are really the latter?) I want to help you realize that a life lived single, for no matter what the length of time, can be just as much fun, if not more, than being with someone.

Whenever I’m lamenting my life lived as a young single adult the person I most likely end up lamenting to is my mom. My mom was a lot like other young women in the church in the fact that she married young and didn’t really get to experience a lot of life as a young single adult. But she is different in the fact that she is a divorcee. My mom had the opportunity not many young women have, of going back and reliving her single days. She was in her late 20’s when she was divorced and she has told me time and again that when she finally embraced life as a single woman the whole world opened up it’s opportunities to her. She got to spend time with her friends and date lots of interesting guys, and she didn’t let being in a relationship bother her like so many other women her age. My mom was happy being single and she has told me she wouldn’t trade it for the world.

I’ve already mentioned in this blog how I wish the Rexburg world would stop obsessing over whether or not someone is married or in a relationship. I even took my relationship status off of Facebook because I didn’t want the stress of staring at the “single” every time I opened my page. It was like a load had been lifted off my shoulders and now I don’t even worry about it. I like being single. I like living my life only having to worry about me. I have good friends, female and male. I get good grades (for the most part). I attend my church services and make every effort I can to fulfill my calling. I have a loving family who are supportive of their daughter and have never once asked me why I’m not married yet. And when I do get asked that question I don’t feel compelled to give excuses or apologize for my lack of commitment. I politely tell the asker that I will get married in the Lord’s time, and for the time being I am enjoying my life as a young single adult.

Now understand, I am not knocking marriage. I am a firm believer in the institution, both legally and religiously, of marriage. I know that marriage between a man and a woman is ordained of God and in my own due time I will enter into that covenant. But I fully intend to have some fun in the meantime!

This is how our lives should be. At this point in our existence the world is an open playground. There are so many opportunities open to us that would be null and void if we weren’t single. I can pick up and drive to Utah for a weekend without asking anyone’s permission. In fact I don’t really even have to tell anyone (well, I would tell my roomies but they wouldn’t tell me I couldn’t go). I can go study cooking in Italy for a semester and the only thing I have to worry about is how I’m going to pay for it. I am free, and that is exactly how we should see it.

Being single is not a trial in life meant to tie you down and make you miserable. Being single is not something we just need to grin and bear until we finally get that ring on our finger. I believe that being young and single is a blessing and something that should be savored, not endured. We should be thanking our Father in Heaven for giving us this time in our lives to get to know ourselves and who we are before we give our lives to another for eternity. I intend to take full advantage of it.

So the next time someone asks, “Hey, why aren’t you married yet?” You can respond with, “I like being young and single and so far no ones offered anything better.”