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I struggle with this.
I’ve always gone after what I wanted.
In the end, I wasn’t
what they did. Not really.
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But it would be nothing, nothing, without a woman or girl
pissing in your urinals
cuz everything you can do
I can do better
SUP.
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This turn of the new year, I’ve really learned to let go. Let the past be the past. No more what-ifs, what-could-haves, if-only-you-if-only-we’s.
I’ve made a pretty conscious decision; I don’t have the time to keep hanging on to people. People who don’t give a damn. People who have made up their minds
that I wasn’t worthy of their nights, and their goodness, and their love. Nope.
Block.
Delete.
Don’t let someone live rent free in your heart.
Go on, you’ve got better things to do and better people to do it with.
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“The self-fulfilling prophecy is, in the beginning, a false definition of the situation evoking a new behaviour which makes the original false conception come true.” (Merton, R. K., 1968)
In November 2009, I wrote on my secret blog a name, a figure, and a city. Those three
being a would-be lover, salary, and home.
By November 2010, I had surpassed the figure by 40% and unpacked my single suitcase in a 2nd floor walk up of New York City.
I had everything I set out to. Everything but the boy.
But this isn’t a blog post about that which is not under my control. I wasn’t ever going to be able to make someone feel.
But seemingly without much concerted effort I had accomplished the other of my two goals.
The year before, dancing in a too big t-shirt, my best friend and I fancied ourselves in Los Angeles, working out of HQ, sing-songing my supervisor’s name. It wasn’t long before I skyped in from that faraway fantasy musing “Hey, remember when…?”.
Now I’m not going to try to feed you some mumbo jumbo secret self manifestation home dvd bullshit.
But it wouldn’t hurt to try.
To put it out there and see what magic may.
Instead of making resolutions, make predictions.
Now, the hard part is deciding what to wish for.
Reference: Merton, Robert K. (1968). Social Theory and Social Structure. New York: Free Press. pp. 477.
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