Today I got hit with a whopper of a migraine. I caught the pain part fairly early, but the exhaustion and neurological symptoms just kept coming. So I had the embarrassing task of calling my manager and slurring and stuttering through the explanation of why I can't come in. I'm not embarrassed about the slurring and stuttering itself, it's that I know it's alarming to hear, I know it creates pity. I hate pity. I'd like to assure them I'll be okay, but as you can imagine, it's just going to lead to more slurring... and less reassurance.
So I was forced to lie down in bed. No Netflix, no reading, no music, no facebook and with a stomache just upset enough to keep me awake. In other words; no way to avoid looking at my messy emotional life. I think this migraine was planned by the powers that be. I have been the queen of avoidance for the last 3 weeks. It has been extremely fun finding new ways to distract myself. Live music, new friends, flirting, swimming, dancing, writing, movies, art and work. But there have been things eating away at me. I had to let go of my ex. Fully, completely, let go. A part of me was limiting myself to casual sex, because I was thinking that I couldn't possibly start a meaningful relationship with another man while still being attached to my ex. That I would just be reminded of him whenever I was intimate with someone else.
That, my friends, is bullshit.
I totally deserve the potencial for something better than mediocre sex. Because sex without a great connection is mediocre, I don't care if the guy can go all night in all positions: if I don't really like him, the sex is still lacking in something fundamental and therefore mediocre. That's not to say that I won't scratch an itch... I just know I can and will have something better very soon.
So I did it. I reviewed everything in the relationship from beginning to end. I saw where it could never work, I acknowledged and felt gratitude for the lessons I learned. I fully accepted it's inevitable demise and without blame or anger (okay there was a bit of anger/hurt, but we all need something to jump off from). Five hours later, a feeling of inner peace came over me. The guilt I had been carrying for wanting to scratch an itch was gone. The negative belief system of not being ready for another meaningful relationship a thing of the past.
So, here's to new beginnings and the blinding pain that forces us to look at ourselves.