So yesterday, Day “whatever” of the quarantine, as I was winding down and getting ready to go to bed, I felt a bit disappointed with myself because I felt I didn’t accomplish muchthat day.
I was listening to a podcast recently with two international relationship coaches and they discussed how in the West, as opposed to other parts of the world, the feminine is often seen as weak and everyone wants to compete to be the masculine. While the Feminist movement did have some positive results regarding getting women more access to opportunities, equal protection under the law, etc, ironically I think it negated the POWER of the feminine woman.
So, several years back, when I was dating this same woman I had mentioned in a previous post about there being a “third option” between the nice guy and the bad boy, her and I were driving to a barbecue out in Jersey one Memorial Day Weekend and, at a pit stop somewhere, wound up getting into a heated discussion.
As kids, when we saw kids playing in the playground or the schoolyard and for the reason of acceptance, companionship, human connection or because whatever they were doing just looked fun, we wanted to join them, so we would ask them, “Could I play?” and if they said “No,” we would run off crying because they won’t let us play with them.
I’ve been interested in the concept of “change,” as in improving conditions in one’s life or growing or evolving as a person since I was in my early 20s after my first relationship break up. However, I really didn’t really understand the process of change until really quite recently. Read more…