So, yet again, it’s been a hot minute since I last wrote a blog post as (it kind of also feels like ‘yet again’) I’ve been going through some personal stuff, which hasn’t exactly inspired me to write.
As a result of all of this though, I’ve been wanting to write about ‘being true to yourself’, but couldn’t do so without giving you a bit of an insight into my personal life which – quite frankly – scares the sh*t out of me, as it means opening up and exposing some vulnerabilities.
I know writing about such a subject is a bit left field of what this blog is supposed to be about, but I’m a big believer in “signs” and I’ve seen a few recently which made me feel like it’s time to suck it up and find the courage to be open and honest – remain unapologetically Amy.
I’m not one to share my relationships publicly but I did mention in my previous post that I was in another long term relationship after the breakdown of my marriage. Sadly, after over 2 years together that’s no longer the case.
I’m not here to tell you why or lay blame – I’m certainly no frickin’ angel, but I wanted to share some realisations I’ve had recently which, right or wrongly (you decide), have forced me to be true to myself and put me first again.
I’m definitely the kind of person to place others’ needs ahead of my own – it’s the sign of a decent human being, right? But I’ve also always had a very clear mindset about who I am and the kind of life I want to lead.
And when the two clash, potentially requiring me to put myself first, I really struggle with choosing me over the other person. I don’t want to be perceived as “that kind of woman” because selfishness as a quality doesn’t sit well with me.
Ultimately, having to choose yourself over someone else makes you question whether you are in fact selfish, and also whether that’s a desirable trait you want to see reflected back at you in the mirror. In short, it f**king sucks.
So, on one of my many head-clearing morning dog walks I was listing all of the things I love in an attempt to be positive and convince myself I was happy. And it struck me when I was at item 10, at what point was I going to say “me”? Yes, there were 9 items on the agenda of my life that were apparently more important than myself…
Long story short, at that moment I made the decision to walk away from something that had turned toxic to (following the apparent theme of this blog post) ‘yet again’ start my life from scratch and once more be on my own, rather than remain in the confines of what could be described by some as “comfort” or “safety”.
Not two days afterwards (unbeknownst to her that I was going through some sh*t) one of my best friends shared with me a post on Instagram – sign #1 – which really resonated with me and made me realise, maybe being selfish is okay sometimes.
I mean, I wouldn’t say I’m at the “I adore myself” point (feels a bit narcissistic in all honesty as someone who’s default is to be their own worst critic) but f*ck me, was it a moment of realisation that it’s about time I stopped subduing all of the things that make me thrive in order to allow another to do exactly that…to my detriment.
And you know what? It *doesn’t* stop me from enjoying seeing others succeed, it doesn’t make me selfish and it doesn’t make me a dick. Caring for others is in my nature, the very fibre of my being and I bloody love supporting my friends and family. But why do being selfish and being caring have to be mutually exclusive? Short answer is, they don’t.
Yes it’s scary as hell to make such a monumental decision, terrifying in fact! Particularly when you start wondering what others will think. But if this chapter in my life has taught me anything, it’s that only you can be responsible for your own happiness. No one else. So when I was sat there, miserable and at a loss about how to change things, sign #2 appeared…
My first thought was “balls. Bloody valid point right there. Harsh, but nonetheless true.” Swiftly followed by “what am I actually waiting for? A knight in shining armour? No one is coming. If I want my life to change, it’s got to come from me.”
What has surprised me the most throughout taking this next step though, is the almost unanimous response I’ve had from people as they’ve found out…“you’re so brave”. It took me aback the first time I heard it, but by the third and fourth time, I started to question what was brave about such a decision.
I had assumed most would view me walking away from a relationship, stability and a beautiful big house (my dream home, in fact) as utter madness. I had armoured up in preparation for being attacked about making such a decision, ready to defend it and myself. But it never came.
It turns out there are many people who are in the same situation but don’t feel equipped to put themselves first, to love themselves more or, maybe more precisely, to do what it takes in order to achieve that. They’re scared of the unknown or being alone, and that makes me sad. So I’ll end my ramblings (apologies for the unintended length!) with sign #3:
Amen to that. Until next time…