New B....of 2015

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 “ A girl living in NYC is constantly searching for 3 things, a job, an apartment or love, and will always focus on the 1 thing she doesn't have, ending up in the cancellation of the two she actually does." (Carrie Bradshaw) 

(I calculate this mathematically with the formula as follows: 1+1=-1 )

The above got me to thinking as I was sitting at home on holiday break, consuming too many calories and getting in as much Price is Right, The View and Sex in the City episodes as possible, that C. Shaw is completely dead on and accurate. Being content with one's own situation is a struggle, wanting it all weighs heavily on all plates and not only causes heart palps, but wrinkles, and unnecessary accelerated aging. 

I feel the first step is to give/accept credit, where credit is due. This opens your eyes to see that what you have now, is how it is supposed to be, and what you are "lacking" you are not ready to receive. 

Why is it so much easier to digest and accept negative driven comments or ill intentioned gestures then it is to accept the slightest compliment? I have noticed that I actually cringe, roll my eyes and literally act as if I did not hear the positive comment or opinion if it is directed to myself. Yet I will remember and dwell on every criticism I’ve ever received. 

I think it takes both courage and confidence to truly give yourself credit for accomplishments no matter how small or large they are, when it should be second nature. There is no one else more in your corner then yourself, and if you don’t believe your own self due credit, who will?

C Shaw, used to be a character I would watch and want to completely be, mirror, and envy. I wanted her experiences, her drive, her instinct and courage to step outside the box and be someone who is constantly developing, and pushing herself to be better. I wanted to stand on my own two feet (in gorg heels) with the openness to give and be loved. I wanted to be overwhelmed, stressed, strung on chaos but with the precision to control every last step. 

I came to realize at age 17 that the character was fiction and was going to take work to obtain.

I then came to realize at age 27 that Carrie Bradshaw is no longer someone I strive to be, because everything that I envied about her, I myself already have.  

So for the first post of 2015 I’ve decided to take a twist on the cynical, critical and sarcastic approach/attitude usually given, and dedicate this post to me myself and I.


xo
-New B of 2015 


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