We all compromise -- a concert of a band we don't like here, a restaurant we could do without there -- but make sure you aren't changing to the point where you don't recognize the person you're becoming
A few weeks back I posted a blog about singer-songwriter Tristan Prettyman. Not only is she a talented writer and musician, but she is also a growing woman who has embraced love, heartbreak, and life, and she is not afraid to share her experiences with those around her.
In one relationship I found my signature drink. Another taught me the basics of football and got me hooked on the NY Giants. So even though these people weren't worthy of the bigger commitment, their impact was significant.
The night of my 30th birthday, I fell asleep in my mother's childhood bedroom. The next morning, my grandparents served me Entenmann's crumb cake. It was the first birthday I celebrated without a date in 10 years. I felt whole and at peace.
The man I loved, the person who was the cornerstone of my life, who said I was the cornerstone of his, had moved on after a small argument. I needed some kind of validation for all the time, energy and money spent, hope and promises made.
Rejection tends to turn us inward in a negative way -- causing us to feel unworthy, flawed, not good enough, unlovable, frustrated, confused, angry, sad, etc. -- which can get us painfully bogged down in paralyzing self criticism.