31Ways2GetItStarted™! January 3, 2013

Day 3: Allow Yourself to Succeed

Yesterday I implored you to be realistic as you set about making changes--since it is a process, not a one-time thing...well, it is if you want to be successful!--so on a related note...allow yourself to succeed. Whether you're trying to make big changes or small--and all big changes start out small--you have to allow yourself to succeed. Translation: Don't sabotage yourself! Some of you are rolling your eyes at this one...and yet, I know I'm not the only one who has, routinely, sabotaged herself. 

And by "sabotaging," I mean, consciously, or even sub-consciously, creating situations, or at least not stopping certain situations from creating, which I know are going to waste my time and stop my emotional development. I've dated men, or worked in jobs, which I knew were wasting my time and allowing me to luxuriate in bad habits simply because I didn't have the courage/determination/desperation to say, "Basta! This is not the person I want to be. This cannot be my life!" Or, for example, I've let myself sleep through morning workouts, on days when I knew there wouldn't be any other time to workout, and then groggily rolled out of bed at 9am, feeling like crap and pissed off at myself, which meant that I'd be eating crap food all day since, whatever, who cares, I didn't work out anyway, which meant I didn't do all the other things that day which would have made me feel good which means, Hello Shame Cycle!

(None of this, I stress, means I'm perfect now. Oh my no. It means I can see where bad behavior and bad habits will eventually lead me, IF I ALLOW THEM, so I refuse to allow them, since time is passing and I have a lot of people to nag, um I meant "help." Yes, help, right.)

So, my hint for today is about allowing yourself to succeed. Whatever you're trying to do, before you go wild, take a moment to be honest with yourself and make sure you're not, in fact, setting yourself up for disaster. Take it step by step. You don't have to change your life today, and in fact just thinking of it that way is exhausting and makes me want a mug of Scotch. So how about you pat yourself on the back for acknowleding that you want to make changes, and you understand how difficult making changes can be, and you do one small thing today which will make tomorrow easier? How about that...?

Want some help making those changes? Email me @carlotazee@gmail.com!

Recently, I watched, for the first time in years, "To Die For," the Nicole Kidman vehicle about a star-struck small town weather-bunny who seduces her teenage lover into killing her unfortunate husband when he attempts to stand in the way of her dreams of stardom. (I watched it again because I'm a huge fan of Joaquin Phoenix, btw, and had just seen his absolutely mind-blowing performance in "The Master." See it. Amazing. And if you don't like it, don't tell me since it'll just make me want to get you in a choke-hold and pile-drive some sense into you...though some of you are thinking about that in quite a different way than nature and the WWF intended it...)

If you haven't seen the film, it's a fun, campy experience and Nicole seems to really enjoy playing the wicked witch. I always forget what a good actress she can be. But afterwards, what really stayed with me, was the loneliness of her character's marriage...married to a man who doesn't understand the first thing about her. He's simply married the woman he's decided she is, the woman he wants her to be. And she, of course is uninterested in anyone but herself. No wonder it was easy for her to kill him: they were virtually strangers to each other.

In a roundabout way, the film reminded me of a certain doomed "relationship" I experienced in my third year of law school with a certain humanoid, when I was at my lowest ebb and was just happy to have someone, anyone who seemed to want to spend time with me. When I tell you we were mismatched...understatement of the century! Perfect example: I wanted to spend a weekend at Graceland--yes, Elvis' Graceland--so we planned to go, for what I thought would be a dirty weekend in the Dirty South...and then, at the last minute, he admitted he had invited his mother. Oh. His deeply religious, so religious as to have removed the radio from her car, that kind of religious mother. HAWT! Yes, you can imagine how much fun that weekend was, especially when my "boyfriend" kept waking up at 6am to "have breakfast with mom." Not to mention how jealous he was when his mother liked me. "She loved you, "he said furiously to me, "I'm her fucking son and she barely knows my name, but you she loves!" It's hard to be anything but heartbroken for that kind of pain.

 Now, looking back, I can only sigh...but at the time, I was so determined to make it work, dammit, to make sure that we'd get married, and that I was going to be an attorney, and he was going to be my scientist husband, with not one but two PH.Ds...it didn't matter that we irritated each other, that he hated my cats and my sense of humor, and my friends, or that I would have hated his friends except that he didn't have any, or that he loathed himself and was thus always suspicious of me for liking him...we were both what the other wanted in the aggregate, to prove ourselves to the world. It was in the reality that things between us didn't work.

A few months later, when the endless neediness and fights got too much, I dumped him over the phone. (Listen. I've never said I'm going for the Nobel Peace Prize here...sometimes you do what you gotta do, and then drink wine all night.) And life continued on. Now I realize that there were immediate red flags to that "relationship" that I was determined, absolutely determined, not to recognize. (Like the time, on my birthday, when another boy called to offer his congratulations, and the boyfriend furiously ran out of his own house and drove around the town all night in a jealous frenzy. Let's face it: if I hadn't dumped him over the phone, I'd probably be "steak ums" in his freezer right about now, waiting to be profiled on some true crime reality show.)

Anyway, watching that movie made me think 1) Damn, Nicole Kidman had a redonk fine figure and 2) Thank Jebus, that that's not my story anymore. I may date "interesting" boys...but at least I don't delude myself or expect them to be anything else than they are. That may seem like small potatoes to some of you, but I don't ever think it's unimportant to be able to date fun (if crazy) men who genuinely have (crazy) fun with me, as I am right now, not as they want me to be, to distract from their own fears and inadequacies. Ugh.

If any of you reading this, want to share your thoughts on your best/worst relationships, feel free to do so in the comments section...I'd love to hear from you! You can always email me @carlotazee@gmail.com.  (Unless its to tell me how much you'd love to get me in a headlock. Unless you're Joaquin Phoenix, then please, by all means!)