A dear friend asked me, “How long does it take you to ‘get over’ a guy?”
And I had to pause and think about it.
Because every break-up or “getting over a guy” experience has been slightly unique for me, and so my instinct was just to answer, “Oh, it depends.”
But then I had a moment where I realized that was a crappy answer. Because I know the real answer to be this:
“I made the decision to stop thinking about him.”
And that’s actually the truth. And when I mean stop thinking about him, I REALLY MEAN STOP THINKING ABOUT HIM.
This means no analyzing what he may be doing, maintaining no connection whatsoever, no rehashing or thinking about the good or bad times. It means that whenever one of the aforementioned thoughts begins to creep into my brain, I look at that thought and I say, “Oh, hi there, thought. I know you’re trying to protect me by tricking me into analyzing this and obsessing over this, because for so long, you were a way of survival. I used to imagine all kinds of scenarios, thinking that I could somehow pick apart a situation and understand and take away any pain I was feeling. But now I am developing new trails and a new way of thinking. Soooo, thanks for stopping by, but masochism and anxiety don’t live here anymore.” And then I close the door and say, “See ya.” Because I know I’ll see them again. They are still kind of a part of me. BUT THEY DON’T LIVE IN MY BRAIN anymore.
When I shoo the negative thoughts away, I feel a little fearful for about 2.5 seconds. And then I remind myself I am more powerful than my thoughts. I remind myself that I deserve to think softer, more compassionate thoughts. I start to watch a funny tv show or go do my nails or go to the gym. Or I may allow some tears to come, but I do not let the thought stay, because negative thoughts no longer deserve my attention. I DESERVE MY ATTENTION.
In the last few months, I have become more cutthroat about my relationships with men than I ever have been. When someone exhibits qualities that I do not desire, I show them the door. (On a scale of cutthroatism I’m still probably only a five or six, but that’s an substantial increase from my previous level that was probably between 0.5-1.0.) I have even become a little, dare I say, baller. Maybe even precocious. And most definitely more decisive.
I now know that jacking around with one’s heart is not for me. And that is because back when I finally decided to put my heart back together, I began to see the need to protect it.
I figured out that THIS IS WHO I’M SUPPOSED TO BE. I’m supposed to be decisive and strong. I’m supposed to be a woman with standards. In fact, I AM a woman with standards. It has taken me 40 years, but hallelujah I am here, and I’m here with standards.
I have blocked phone numbers, unfriended former love interests on social media, blocked former love interests on social media, and avoided going to places at all costs where I believe I may run into a former flame.
Some men have told me that’s “mean” or “harsh.” But if they think that’s mean, that’s just another indicator that they are not for me.
Because the important thing is this:
When I block someone from my life, I may be deleting him, but it is not about him. It is about me. It is not about being mean or vindictive in any way shape or form. It is about protecting my heart and my spirit and my vulnerability. It is about protecting my brain and my space. There are people in this world–precious, kind hearted people- who need my attention. It is very important that I protect my energy and attention for them. I will turn my attention to those who are ready for my love.
I know this to be true. There is a plan for me, and there is a plan for you. And this plan is not between you and others; it is between you and God anyways. So as long as we listen to the still small voice, it will not lead us astray, it will light our paths; even with the bridges we have burned along the way.