I don’t lack self-confidence. My posture and manner in which I carry myself have been likened to that of a proud peacock. While I did not particularly care for that characterization I recognized it as a favorable sentiment. My Dad taught me to project strength and confidence in my gait. He said, “If you look like you can handle yourself people are less likely to f*ck with you”. He proved to be right because, at age 58, I can count on one hand how many times I have been f*cked with. It’s the walk. But between us, the gait is merely a defense mechanism. I am not as confident as I project. I’m very self-conscious.
Is it okay to say that you like yourself? While there are things that I want to change about myself, and I am committed to self-improvement until I draw my last breath, I feel mostly good about my place in the Universe.
In my circle, I am generally well-liked and respected. I am a loyal friend, and known to be a considerate and respectful guy. I love animals and I try to see the good in everyone. I have a great story (I have endured many health and personal battles that could have left me a bitter and angry mess) and I live an attitude of gratitude.
Overall, I’m fairly happy with my life. It’s not anywhere what I had hoped but I don’t dwell but instead hope for a better day.
So why do failed relationships always send me spiraling to a place of anger, depression and self-doubt? My last breakup, in which I truly believed (because of my overthinking) I had no role in, made me question myself way more than I am comfortable with. And it troubles me that my first reaction to any rejection is a loud and profound “What did I do wrong?” Why do I go there? If I do something wrong I am very aware. After all, I am quite experienced at being wrong so it’s no big trick.
I really need to stop letting women, and the inevitable prospect of relationships not working out, affect my self-esteem. Despite the forward progress I have made in my life to date, all the obstacles that I have overcome, and all of the self-discovery I have obtained…relationships are my Achilles Heel. Especially if I continue to make everything my own fault.
I need to move the notion that sometimes it’s YOU, not me, to the forefront of my consciousness. And soon.
The Tao of Bill 