Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts

Pride and Privilege

Thursday, September 13, 2012

It is not my usual steelo to post about myself, but there are just some messages of inspiration and forward processing and thinking that need some context and space for details.

My dating life has been one of many options, but most don't make it past our first meeting.  And here's a few reasons why:

  • No genuine attraction (mental, physical, etc.)
  • Good conversation but no 'spark'
  • Ambition but no action
  • Inconsistency or flakiness (the only flake I like is a snowflake or puff pastry...)

One thing that I do acknowledge and am aware of however, is how privilege manifests within romantic relationships.  Privilege has its way of dividing groups of people, of preventing discussion and of fostering resentment or unawareness and misuse of power.  Add love to that and let's see what happens...

I come from humble beginnings.  One family house, single parent home with the support of grandparents and close family members.  In high school, I don't even have any memory about wanting to have a car, much less having the means to purchase one.  My mother worked hard at the United States Postal Service (love the USPS) and found herself struggling to help me through college.  I say all this to say that a tangible goal in my life has always been to make enough money to have decent savings and be flexible and able to travel on occasion.


I've realized lately, however, that these facts play a part in my journey in knowing others in a romantic capacity.  And because I know that a person's upbringing directly affects their perspective on the world, I've found myself making assumptions about those whom I've gotten to know, who come from another world - a world where parents can pay for things, where children can afford to fail at entrepreneurial pursuits, one where you can excitedly welcome your potential partner home to your large, spacious house.

And because I am closer to the life I'd like to live (financially), it may be assumed that I also come from this place.  A result, the misconceptions about where I come from, initially leave the conversation open to negative comments that normally wouldn't be shared.

Another reason they don't make it past the first date
  • Clear disregard, false assumptions and lack of respect for the working class, demonstrated by lack of respect to servers at restaurants, or ostentatious flashing of money.  Like Shania says, "That don't impress me much..."

This presents a conflict for obvious reasons.  I would never welcome someone home to meet my family if they will see them as less, as lower than them...And in another thought, am I contributing to this by showing up as who I am and not where I come from?

As time continues on, I find that I attract second or third generation college graduates, most of whom have the means and the time to pursue what their hearts desire.  Like attracts like, right?  Our interests, past experiences with travel and knowledge are well matched, despite the disconnect in life experience.

I've had a few conversations with friends who have had similar struggles, even read a great article about it and perhaps it is our own apprehensions about truly releasing our resentment about what we did not have that holds us back.  So instead, embracing the opportunity to lay pride aside and allow ourselves to feel deserving of a person who can see beyond our beginnings can be an internal step.  The next, allowing our resentment to fall away and seeing their story too, knowing that perspective can change the more a relationship grows.

Would love to hear your thoughts, reactions and experiences.  I welcome you to share...

~Hasta Pronto


JustKiddingJustKiddingJustKidding

Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Wrapped. Decorated. Strategically Placed. Anticipated. Hoped For.


Since when did "all of the above" turn into:

Loss. Disappointment. Terrible. Empty. Cold. Irresponsible.

The when began where dreams grew confirmation instead of reality.

When lies became more important than truth and integrity.
When the pressure to belong became more important than consistency and truth.

Now the power lies within the one with truth, integrity, consistency and truth. This warrior presses forward as the wind pushes away clouds of gray and replaces them with blue skies and an abundance of light.

When the war developed into an ocean, limitless and home to so much more than what the waves can show.

Use the power within warrior, to continue temperance in the face of iniquity. To turn the situation of detriment into one that solidifies your admirable qualities immeasurably.

Listen.

Time only becomes important when we panic and realize how much we have wasted. Instead, it should be as dear to us as blinking. Usage of this reflex is necessary to lubricate the very pieces of our existence that give us sight. With each as it passes, there is a measure of seconds that continue to tick away along with our usefulness of the rest of us that we use to interact with all that our eyes afford us to see.

There may be times where the very mold that you strive to uphold as strong and impenetrable becomes a prison instead of a protection. Do not be afraid to break and permit your vulnerable self to be shown. Use this newly discovered exposure to allow the Almighty to work on you. No one has ever performed heart surgery on a closed chest.

Open to yourself, to someone you trust, to someone you can and cannot see. Be healed, be more of you, and be ready for all of the beautiful light and warmth that is waiting to greet you. Running.

~Hasta Pronto

Sueños

Monday, September 27, 2010

Last night I dreamed him away. The thoughts lifted off of my unconscious and above my head and into the sky...

He felt me. I am sure that the sentiment is mutual, the longing the waiting, the I'm not so sure why I'm sure but I'm sure - feeling. I understand you too.

I dreamed him away from fantasy and into reality. From what I thought to what I think. From what I knew to what I know and from distance to locality. He'll be local. Near. More than what I've dreamed but all of what I see. My future.

Listening for a response I still hear silence. His distance - fear. Mine - weakness. There is a week less of time that we've spoken but seldom a week less of thoughts to remember - to look forward to - to continue dreaming into existence the very feelings that have always been. Love.

Admiration felt without clinging. The space to be without the dampness of others breathing down our necks. The space to free love and begin in mutual healing. I see this so clear even on the cloudy days.

Links to learning more have vanished and introspection has taken the cake. Meaning more for any relationship had or to have and hold. And is my favorite word because it links the ephemeral and lasting to make it memory and reality. Yes.

This is love as I've seen it, saw it, and dreamed it into reality from sueños.

~Hasta pronto.