This was not the life I wanted.
I was supposed to love, be loved, and have a family of my own.
I was supposed to be happy and joyful, smiling and laughing. I was supposed to be with my friends, having care-free and fully supportive relationships without personal agendas.
I was supposed to live in a fair and just life.
I was supposed to work at an organization that valued me and my efforts rather than belittling me because of my gender, where I was from, or what they assumed I believed in.
I was supposed to be comfortable under my own skin, feeling great about my own identity, body, character, and acts.
I was supposed to feel confident and strong against any tides life could throw in my direction.
I was supposed to be free, walk in the weekends in busy streets, see the movies and dance to the songs I have loved.
I was supposed to discover myself in relationships.
I was supposed to have excitement.
I was supposed to live somewhere else.
I was supposed to be happy.
but I am not.
I have none of these that I thought I was entitled to. Not because I did not want to. But because I made choices.
I chose to move here and take this position, which now is under too much stress and the environment is getting more and more toxic, with lay offs and people blaming, belittling, or pushing away each other.
I chose to have a secure position that will give me financial stability and a sense of meaning and strength. I chose to do what I once loved to my bones – my job.
I chose to stay even after I realized whatever I was getting was not enough for me to feel good about myself or my life. In contrast, I was in so much stress and pressure that I do not know why I have stayed. Tell me – why did I choose to stay?
I chose to not have trips to see new places or friends to rather save the money for my future.
I chose to over and over take a mental note and saying “there is nothing much here for me to do alone”. A hobby class? A dance/sports club? A cooking class? Poetry? Writing? New language? Anything. I chose to have no such interests.
I chose that instead of having zillion of friends, I would have a few good ones in my life.
I chose to believe in that I was not a good cook so I hardly host my friends at my home.
I chose that the most interesting activity for me at the weekends would be to visit the two shopping malls in my city, browse the stores, and purchase what I may need.
I chose to believe in that at my age of mid-40, I was already old.
I chose to believe that I was not lovable.
I chose to have no future plans. I have tried multiple times. It just does not happen – what am I waiting for?
What is it that drags and anchors me down?
What am I supposed to change in my thinking, my priorities, my life?
What choices I must reverse and what new choices I must make to be happy?