S I X P E G S

I gotta say, before I met Jesse, I’ve never known what a “men’s circle” or a “women’s circle” is. 

“Is it like Alcoholic Anonymous?” I remember asking him. 

I attended my first women’s circle a while back. First off, let me give you some context – I’m not always the most comfortable with strangers. I despise small talks and it takes me 5 meetings or 5 stiff drinks to really start to warm up to the idea of budding a new friendship with a complete stranger. 

However, I acknowledge and agree with the fact that there are great people everywhere. This statement is said too many times but I’m gonna say it again – the problem lies with me, not you (or “people”, in this case). 

You can say that I was completed thrown off my course and pleasantly surprised at how well my first women’s circle went. So good that I was actually already looking forward to a next session with these ladies by the time the first one ended. These was one of the few times that I was proud of myself for putting myself in an uncomfortable position just to prove myself wrong. The outcome was well worth the discomfort. 

Kudos to the two ladies who saw the need to organise the get-together and brought the few of us – Women Of Blended Families – together. I wouldn’t say that I am someone who would welcome and take on adversities head-on all the time in the love department, but there sure are tell tale signs in my dating history indicating that I had subconsciously put myself in arguably ‘atypical’ relationships; first a same-sex relationship, now an interracial one with a single Dad. 

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With bated breath and zero expectations, I walked into the lovely home of one of the organisers of the sharing session. 

It started with us taking turns to shed light into our families and background, proving how we were qualified to sit at the table. 

I shared about how I was previously in a same-sex marriage, and am currently seeing a single father with two daughters. 

I met women with families representing various permutations of what “blended families” might mean: woman married to single dad, woman dating single dad, single mom married to single dad, single mom who married single dad and subsequently have children together. 

My point is – every family is different and it cannot be more evident to me that afternoon. More importantly, each and every one of us was sitting at that table sipping tea because we all acknowledged that there is wisdom to be share and comfort in numbers seeked. 

It was quite a surprise to know that my “problems” weren’t unique at all. I mean.. don’t we all always make a big deal of our trials and tribulations thinking “no one understands me” / “I am so goddamn special”? Short answer: No. It was comforting to know that I wasn’t being crazy for having feelings of jealousy towards my partner’s children (especially in the beginning of our relationship), how my insecurities were not unfounded.. and having my fears verified. I went into a relationship with my partner with eyes wide open; I should’ve read the fine prints, should’ve been smart enough to foresee the challenges awaiting me. 

(Before the meeting, we were each sent a simple questionnaire with a few questions like “What are the challenges you face?”, “What are the topics you’d be curious about?” etc.)

Challenges I face:

– The feeling of being “extra” and not fitting in I recall early days of dating when I would be out with my partner and his two daughters – they would fight to take the seats next to their Dad, and both would want to hold Dad’s hands when we walk. I felt unwanted. Because they are white and I’m Asian, I’d have wild ideas of thinking perhaps I might even look like the family’s domestic helper to strangers passing by.

There were also times when the girls have mentioned my partner’s ex’s name when they were actually referring to me. Those occurrences did not help with my insecurities of feeling extra, or even being “temporary”. 

Fortunately, as I build a relationship with his daughters, I have been feeling less and less of these emotions.

– Having to adjust and make plans around my partner’s ex and his children’s plans. No spontaneity.

My partner and his ex are not from Singapore. And because they co-parent their children, big decisions like “where to live” or whether they would have to relocate for their children’s further education requires them to work towards a common goal, at least until the children are independent. At the height of the pandemic, there were discussions of his ex-wife relocating because of her work, children’s education plans etc – the destination was unclear and open to discussion – maybe Bali, USA, or even Mexico. At that point of time, I felt that I do not have much say even though that might mean my partner also relocating, potentially changing the dynamics of my relationship with him. I felt like a “follower”, waiting for them to make a decision before I know what is going to be the next step. They are currently still in Singapore, but I don’t know when might be the next time something similar would pop up. It’s always something that hangs over my head. 

This has been one of the topics that we repeatedly returned to since the beginning of our relationship. To be honest, I think having a mutual understanding that we should BOTH be open to various possibilities with regards to where we would be living is a prerequisite to dating non-native. 

– Jealous of his children. Knowing that I would never be first priority.

I suppose this stood out particularly because I do not have children of my own and have never dated another single dad/mom. It comes hand-in-hand with knowing that I will never be top priority in his life; the children will always come first. I’ve caught myself wondering if things would be different and less complicated if he does not have children. Frankly, I don’t know, I honestly don’t know. There is a stark difference from my previous dating experiences where the relationship has always been more straightforward – between two persons. I would never say that dating a single Dad/Mom is more difficult per se, every damn relationship between two people is difficult. But there is undoubtedly an extra layer of complexities involved. I feel ashamed about having these feelings, and if I can be honest, hitting the internet and reading about stories from other women who shared similar plights helped me cope with my emotions (knowing that it’s common). I also try to verbalise these feelings to my partner so that he understands some “triggers” and can help me through it.

I know that we might never have children of our own, while he has two that will bind him to his previous marriage forever. And to be fair, I don’t even know if having OUR own children would change anything. I constantly remind myself that this is the he I met, and this is the he that I will continue love, learn and accept. 

– Insecurities of not being enough, subconsciously comparing myself to his previous relationships

I’d think that this has more to do with my innate insecurities. It is not the most helpful that my partner still has to be in close contact with his ex-partner because they co-parent. I know that his children are the most important people to him, and that it is something that is shared with someone from an important relationship he once had. But even if we were to have children of our own, it might not change anything. Thus.. I concluded that this is not a good thought to have.

I believe this is something that I have to work within myself. I could be feeling this way regardless of who my partner is. 

– Not sure of my role with his children

There had been times when I was alone with my partner’s children and they were out of line, and I am not sure how I should deal with it. My partner said, “You are an adult and you definitely have the right and capacity to handle it.” But I am also aware of my role – I am their Dad’s girlfriend. I would never, ever want to step into a mother’s role in their eyes, and am often torn between how my behaviour should be as a part time caregiver. More importantly, I want maintain a good relationship and friendship with them because I feel that would be what I want if I were them. It might sound brutal but they aren’t my children, I am not married to their father, therefore I’d never want to impose my ways on how those kids should be raised or disciplined. 

I imagine myself in their shoes. It’ll be nice to just have another “auntie” figure in their lives whom they know would always be on their side.

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There are things that I might never be able to say.. like “I know how you feel”, because I would never fully understand. But the least I could do is to be mature and rational enough to empathise with my partner’s plight. I believe that my partner might not even be the same person if he had not experienced his divorce, or have children. His exhibition of being a responsible father was (and is still) an attribute that I respect, and adore. I might not have fallen for him if he wasn’t a single dad, like how he might not have fallen for me if I wasn’t an “ex-lesbian”. (Hahaha kidding) I can’t stand when people label me as ex-lesbian. 

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And then there was time travel. 

These ladies have obviously been in it for longer than I have. There were some who dated single dads and went on to have children together – a his, hers and ours situation. There were single moms married to single dads working on blending two families together. There were discussions about ex-wives woes, financial battles (inline with ex-wife woes), parenting styles, living situations (from whose house, to which country to live in), in-laws, etc. Three hours was not enough to get to the bottom of winning this blended families game, but definitely long enough for me to know that there is, and will always be a solution to everything. And there will always be problems, regardless of what sort of relationship it is, blended or not. 

I think I am lucky to have a partner who is understanding and always willing to listen. I am lucky that even though he has children that are not mine, these kids love and respect me and bring joy to my life. I am lucky that he accepts my past. I am lucky that I never really had to deal with any “ex-wife woes” because she is a great person, is friendly to me and is a wonderful mother to their children. I feel lucky to have found love in unexpected places with “unexpected people”. I acknowledge that there will always be problems regardless of who I am dating or is married to. 

We encounter problems dating a “regular” single and available person. I mean, hell, don’t we even run into problems dealing with ourselves sometimes?! The sad truth is that every relationship comes with problems and challenges. Good news is: we always have the choice to choose our “difficult”. 

A calm sea has never made a good sailor. 

This blog is pretty dead – but there is also beauty in it, considering how it has come one full circle. I started a blog when it felt natural to move on from my written journals (since I could add photos and it’ll be forever on the internet). Now that no one reads personal blogs anymore, it does feel like it’s come a full circle, no?

I am still here, though I regrettably don’t have that same dedication and mental space to pen down my feelings as often as I did before.

Saw an old comment posted by a reader in 2017 by chance earlier – it said, “I’m so happy that you started writing again. One dies when one stops writing.” That resonated with me. Well one does not die, per se, when one stops writing. But the constant conversation with oneself has to always be there. So I am writing again tonight.

1 a.m. Perfect time to reflect. The world is quiet and my head is also kinda quiet. I had a busy day doing “nothings” and I’m dying to decompress.

I have been doing alright, even though I’m still bumping my head around with some stuff. There has been more stability and clarity in some aspects of my life, but I am still figuring out the bigger picture, which is why I can never Y.O.L.O. I think and worry too much. Worse thing is, I do all that with no action that follows. Haha.

I’ve been thinking about work – like what I’m going to do to make a decent income kind of “work”. I’ve always believed in having multiple sources of income, and I am still striving to get that in my life. I’ve tried a bunch of different things (and am still doing so), but I hope to attain more clarity and conviction on that. (Need to invest more) I’m often torn between “slogging half my life away to save for retirement” vs “live within your means, with prudence, and have the capacity to savour every single day”. I hope to strike a balance with that and find something which allows me to have both.

Still searching. Wish I had a rich Dad. (kidding)

Life has been stable with Jesse. We steal time amidst our schedules to have fun together. That man is working very hard at work and I respect that. I envy how his work allows him to be anywhere in the world – all he needs is his pair of hands. I think I’d like to have work that allows me to be anywhere in the world too.

It is an art living with another person, but I think we are doing okay. Perhaps a little better than okay – we have harmony at home. I think we are both appreciative of what the other do for the house, and we have a good synergy when it comes to keeping up with chores and mundane everyday things. We make time for fun and pleasure. Most times, we are both understanding and accommodating towards each other’s needs. We try to meet at the middle ground with our differences. That, I am grateful for.

The future though. I think about it a lot. I always catch myself wondering about how it’ll be like. We’ve had multiple conversations about how things might be like five or ten years down the road – will we still be in Singapore? Or, where will we be? Will we be shuffling around different cities? I also fear the day when Jesse would have leave (for various reasons). Will I be ready to be there for him physically? What does that entail and how do I make sure I am ready? If not, what does it mean? And.. I would like to be ready for that. How do I get there?

However, one of the most heartening thing I have is how he makes me feel like we have what it takes to take on whatever that’s coming at us in time. I pray for us to always have the grit and conviction to stick together through the storms. I know that takes work and constant work and checking in, and I am willing to do my part.

Also, I need to work on getting my divorce procedure done. Not for any fancy reasons but because I ought to do things properly. It would be a good closure for everyone.

I love the night, especially quiet ones like tonight. It is so still that I can almost hear the dialogues I have with myself in my head.

Carpe noctem.

I wondered why I didn’t get off the car tonight. Because I cared. And maybe a little too much. Oh well. I enjoyed going out tonight, it was nice to see people, friends, acquaintances. It was just nice to see familiar faces and to get into a bit of action. Unhappy stuff aside, it was good. And to be honest, I have full control of MY emotions. I have full control of MY choices. I have full control of my decisions and my actions. I actually have a lot of power. And it really doesn’t make sense to validate the negative feelings from things that are out of my control and power. I have control of my emotions and if it gives me unpleasant feelings, I can just walk away from it. And then learn from it, and learn more about myself.

I was really happy to see my friends today, despite it being in a nicely curated social setting (not my home ground). I get so socially awkward at times. But I felt especially at ease tonight, because Jesse was with me.

Maybe I should just give less of a shit. That may be a very uncultured way of putting things, but what I meant to say is – perhaps I should ‘take a chill pill’ or, essentially don’t take things to heart so much.

I mean.. the heart can only take that much.

(Listening to The Blaze live on Youtube now. So. Good.)

And just put on some perfume. It’s 3:16am. But I deserve to smell like Mimosa and Cardamom even at unearthly hours.

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I miss travelling. I miss that rush when you first step out of the airport into a city that looks and feels completely unfamiliar. I miss being pleasantly surprised at the unexpected. Darn, I even miss the frantic mental exchange rate conversion calculations when I’m out shopping.

I miss the drive; that insatiable hunger and curiosity! I miss eyebrow-raising moments, those gasps of disbelief in retrospect of something you never thought you would or could do. I miss sincere conversations with complete strangers. I love it the most when I can feel like I’m at home, albeit fleeting, in a foreign country. I miss the quirky, the misunderstood, the misrepresented, the fringes, the unseemings, and the stray cats of every place I’ve been and haven’t been to. I miss being happy to be proven wrong. I miss that breath of fresh air – in a place, an experience, or a person. I miss adventure.

That’s right, I think I miss adventure.

I miss adventure and this adventure is a mental state.

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I am also looking forward to the America trip because I see it as a real break for me, one that I really need. I’m also thrilled to meet Jesse’s family and friends, and experience the country where he grew up in with him. I think I really do need to get away and shut my mind off from everything that is happening at home too. Work, money, career, future. Pfft. It really gets me down sometimes. I feel like I’ve lost my fucking soul and the worst part is, I don’t even really recognise it so I don’t know how to get it back. Perhaps I just got to make up a new one. Realign and collect myself, and my mental state. Nothing more ideal than throwing myself right into the eye of the unexpected to trigger some kind of mental stimulation and get new perspectives. Perhaps this could be an adventure in an adventure.

Aren’t we all looking for an adventure?

I had an anxiety attack yesterday.

It happened out of nowhere and for no apparent reason. I was just feeling “nervous” and felt pins and needles and numbness in strange parts of my body – on my upper lip, the area between my eyebrows on my forehead and nose bridge, my ears, outer areas of my arms just right above the elbows, back of my head. I was sweating. Felt a little dizzy and nauseous, felt like a diarrhoea was coming. Thankfully, it was quite a low-key (but long drawn) one and I was, in a strange way, calm enough to remember what to do when I start feeling this way – distract myself, talk to myself, observe the surroundings, get comfortable, BREATHE. And most importantly, tell myself that this is temporary and it will soon pass.

I think a lot of people could confuse regular stress or fear with an attack of this sort. Until you’ve felt it before, I don’t really know how to explain the difference. I once had an anxiety attack WHILE eating wanton noodles at Holland Village food centre, no apparent triggers or anything, and I was actually having a good time but it just happened out of the blue.

I read somewhere that once you’ve had an anxiety/panic attack before, chances are, it will happen again. There is also this fear of it happening again (and this does not help at all). I thought it’ll be good to share how it feels like so people know how it’s like to have an anxiety attack, or, if you are around someone having an anxiety attack, how you can help.

There had been times when it happened and my friends got really worried about me because I suddenly just wanted to lie down in a cafe (I put a few chairs together and did lie down, and started a video on my phone and started watching it). People would tell me to “Relax” or “Don’t think so much”, “Don’t worry” or kept asking “Are you ok? Are you ok?”. All were done with good intentions, but sometimes they’d just make me feel worse. I knew I would’ve done the same for a friend if I am unfamiliar with what he/she is going through.

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I remember the first time I felt this way. I travelled alone to Dublin on a media trip; jetlagged, tired, all was good until I headed out at the destination for a little walk and got coffee, and then it hit me. This irrational fear of “I am alone in a foreign city”, suddenly thinking about the many things to do, thinking about home. The more these thoughts come, the more nervous I felt, and psychological state started to present itself physically – I had to take deep, big breaths like yawns to take in more air, my hands started shaking, heart racing.

It got really bad at the first dinner during the trip, I excused myself to return to the hotel on my own first. Called Emma over the phone and she spoke to me for quite a while. I remember watching Project Runway on the television too. I knew I just needed to distract myself. Eventually, I slept it off.

1 to 2 years later, I encountered the worst bout of a panic attack I ever gotten. I woke up in the middle of the night covered in cold sweat, gasping for air. My heart was pounding so hard, it felt like it was going to pop out of my chest. Numbness in my limbs and face. I thought I was having a heart attack and I was very close to waking my mother up (in hindsight, I am glad I did not because she would have freaked out and that would’ve definitely made matters worse). I stumbled into the kitchen to get a snack and water, put on something random on Netflix and started talking to myself out loud:

“There are 5 people in this scene. The table is round, she is eating a dessert.”

I look around my room, touched the things around me and verbalised how every item felt physically.

I was eating (I remember it was a lo po peng) and my hands were shaking so hard the flakes ended up all over the place. I honestly thought I was going to die, with lo po peng in my hand, on my bed, “in my sleep”.

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The important thing for me is recognising that it is temporary. I WILL NOT DIE.

It had always been helpful for me to start distracting myself and quit thinking about what’s happening in my head. Afterall, our body, mind and breath has a close relationship – your thoughts, your breathing, your physical state all affect each other directly – that’s why you might “feel cold” when you are meditating, or, breathe faster when you are having angry thoughts.

There are many articles online that recommends ways to get over a an anxiety or panic attack, or also some lifestyle changes that one can look into – less alcohol, less caffeine, practise mindfulness, meditate, regular exercises.

I am grateful for people who stay calm FOR me when I am obviously losing my shit inside my head. Sometimes, talking to me helps, other times, I just want to be left alone. Sometimes, I like to be touched physically, sometimes I don’t. I think it’s important to ask what the other person needs. BUT, being around that person and assuring him/her that you will be around is crucial, for me at least.

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There are many articles online that explains some possible causes and coping mechanisms for anxiety and panic attacks.

Change is the only constant, but change is not always easy.

The pandemic has affected all of us in one way or another, some of us had experienced it in ways greater than others. It is a time filled with uncertainties and helplessness, frustration, fear. It is important for us to realise that this too will eventually pass, to hold on to grit and hope, and more importantly be prepared for the post-pandemic world.

I hope all of you are doing okay.

We make the best out of what we have. That is the attitude I held on to since the beginning. This pandemic is almost like having a panic attack – let’s cope – come to terms with reality, stay calm, be smart about it, learn from it, and know that it will come to an end eventually. And then prepare ourselves for the next big wave after we come out of this. Make the best out of what we have.

2020/2021 is just chock-full of big changes for me – in work, in relationships and in my general outlook on life. All these were also inevitably amplified by the pandemic, from small changes like not being able to head out for that much-needed drink with close friends, to real issues like watching people whom I hold close to heart leave the country without knowing when they can return. I feel grateful that the people around me are healthy, and that we still have the resources to cope with the adversities as they come at us.

“You are talented, you have a lot in life”, is what many close friends will say to me when I tell them that I feel lost with my future. I reckoned that everyone MUST feel like this every once in a while. Like I’ve said before, I might not know what I want in life, but I know what I don’t want – so that is still a good guide to my next step in life. I feel that there are a lot of things I can do and want to do (or maybe this is just the ENFP in me), I am the Campaigner and I sure have a lot of campaigns I have for myself albeit them being just ideas or grandiose daydreams with no concrete game plans.

In 2020, I officially walked away from one of the most important relationships I had in my life. The end of that relationship was difficult, filled with sadness, anger, blame, disappointment, and in an almost-twisted way, love. It was also a cathartic release. I look back upon it now with nothing but gratitude.

I have made mistakes along the way and realised the times when I could have handled things in a better way, been a bigger person, communicated better. Esther Perel said that we are all going to have more than one marriage in our lifetimes, and it is up to us to decide if we want to do it to be with the same person or not. The ship had sailed. She and I did not make it.

Time only moves in one direction. Accept the past, learn, and move on. I have gained a lot, and these are things that will be with me for life. Sadness is transient, gratitude lasts forever.

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I’ve been thinking a lot about the future. I think the pandemic did this to me. It’s not a bad thing. I had been living day-to-day, just cruising for too darn long. Why? Because it has been easy. I almost cannot decide whether “easy” is a good or a bad thing. There has to be some sort of comfort we get from “easy”. Is comfort a good or bad thing? How do we chase after ease and comfort knowing that those are not exactly the best for us?

Everything is in transition right now. I’ve lost friends. My marriage failed. As a result, I also feel unsure about my so-called career. I feel old. I feel fat. I bought a flat under the HDB Singles Scheme (can’t they come up with a better name?) and I am unsure how long the renovations will take because of the pandemic restrictions. On bad days, I just blame the pandemic for everything. I cannot have dine-in at the cafe because of the pandemic, I have lost all of my tourist-customers, I feel responsible towards my staff to make sure no one loses their job because of COVID-19. In a nutshell, I blame. And I try to catch myself.

Like now.

I caught myself.

There is a silver lining. Goddammit I bought a flat. I am employed. I am an entrepreneur; Aileen and I built a brand that had been through quite a bit of shit but still loved by many. We did not lay off a single employee throughout this pandemic. We have the resources and knowledge to make adjustments to business operations to cope. My family is healthy. I am healthy. I have the means to book a staycation even when I cannot travel. I am able-bodied and can exercise any time I want. I have people who care for and love me for who I am. And I found Jesse. I have hope for the future. The future still excites me.

My life is a novel and I’d like to believe that we haven’t even reached the best chapters yet. The past is history, the future has yet to come. Today is a gift, and that’s why we call it the present. Make the best out of what we have.

It started with me wanting to write an encouraging letter to myself, but it quickly became another journal entry of me lamenting about my life. When is this going to end – this cyclical bullshit of me settling, realising that I am unhappy, seeking a way out, feeling defeated, and settling again.

I had read books. Music. Travel. Opened up, shut down. Gone away, escaped, fucked around, let people in, drove people out. How and where do people find peace, grace, faith, strength? I feel so broken and incompetent. Where do I go to learn how to untangle the knots? It is so noble to call these scars my badges of honour, but the truth is I am changed, I don’t feel like the same person I was, I am still getting used to this new person.

I wonder everyday if I would be okay. And it feels almost like a sin to put these thoughts online. I don’t want to burden people who care for me with my never-ending moping. My indecisiveness tires me and the people around me out. I feel weary. I feel old and heavy. I don’t feel pretty. I feel like the spark is gone. How does one deal with loneliness? The fear of abandonment? Was it my childhood?

I am not sure if I still deserve to be happy, or whether I will be fine in future. I am hopeful at times, and at other times the future just seems so, so bleak. I know it is all “in my head”; I am standing in my own doorway getting in the way of every darn thing.

The floor glistened. It is quiet and there is no one around. It started to drizzle shortly after I left home. I flustered for a while, worried that the rain might get heavier on me. Then I realised that I didn’t mind getting drenched afterall, it’s almost like some kind of baptism. Can’t remember the last time I allowed myself to embrace the rain.

There is always that point of time when one is worried about getting caught in a downpour before deciding “fuck it”.

I am not that alone. There are people who are still up not because they’re feeling a little off tonight – the people still at work at the sleepy gas station, the underpaid and overworked foreign workers filling cartons at the fruits and vegetables store, young men zipping around on their bikes delivering food to other hungry people (who are still awake) amongst other lone people walking/jogging at 2:30am.

Every huge tree I stroll by offered some kind of solace, similar to what those occasional nice thoughts I had about my not-so-bad life offered. The journey out always feels a little longer than the walk back home.

I have my insecurities sometimes. I measure myself up to people around me subconsciously, and unnecessarily. I am aware that transitions are difficult, these feelings I have are normal and they are my natural defences to prepare me for the changes that are to come.

“Cause if you’re happy in your head then solitude is blessed and alone is okay. If your heart is bleeding, make the best of it.”
I love this line from that Youtube video that I watched many years ago when I was on a frantic search of a solution to cope with that immense feeling of loneliness.

I’m proud to say that, as of right now, I feel like I’ve really come a long way from that old Peggy. I can vividly remember myself feeling a lump in my throat while having lunch alone in Hong Kong on my first solo trip. And that anxiety attack I suffered while on the media trip in Dublin. It was irrational and ridiculous how those situations would make me feel so vulnerable, insecure, and more importantly, alone.

I am in Phuket currently and it has been the third week now. This freedom is sweet. Honestly, I had big plans and visions about how this trip is going to turn out (it hasn’t been 100% accurate based on what I’ve desired) but one thing is for sure – I am still feeling fine and on this trip, I realised that it really isn’t so bad being on my own; it can be more torturing being with another person you don’t really want to be with. There is nothing wrong with feeling lonely once in a while, then the next step is to find something fulfilling to do, not mope around. I mean, even dating couples get bored sometimes no? And I’ve known myself for so long, it’s understandable that it can be harder to find something new and interesting to do. (I don’t know that makes sense, at least it made sense when that thought was still in my head).

I was at this bar alone, studying. The bar was empty when I got there, and by the time I left, it was 80% full. I got to admit, at some point of time, the thought crossed my mind – “Will people think I’m a loser because I’m out on my own on a Saturday night?”
And then I realised how silly and outrageous that fleeting thought was. Wtf do I wanna care about what others think? It’s not within my control. In fact, I should feel happy that I was out alone. Is every person around me, out with their friends or loved ones, truly happy about being right there at that moment? Not necessarily. I had the freedom to decide where I want my legs to take me. I should be grateful that I had the choice to be out, and I should be happy that *I* made that decision to take myself out.

Foiled plans and failures have taught me a lot; opened my eyes to things I’d have otherwise not known about myself. I’ve changed over the years, but I know the crux of me is still the same. I still struggle with being on my own, I’m just dealing with it better now. But I believe that I’ll just get better and better over time, hopefully it doesn’t take too long. Circumstances made me learn too. I don’t want to allow myself to feel less important or less outstanding because of another person’s opinion. I also want to learn (better) to speak my mind – tell people what I want exactly, tell people what I don’t want. Unfortunately, I think I’m still a bit of a people-pleaser.

A few days back, at Sofia’s class, I learnt that almost every emotion we have is on the scale of Craving VS Aversion. To truly get to your “self”, one has to get out of being on this scale. But that said, even the desire to be freed from the system is a kind of craving on its own. Mind-fuck right? I know. Hahaha.

I gotta go easy on myself man. It’s fucking cliche, but really, I am enough.