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To Be or Not To Be…

Independent, that is the question. But not so much should you or shouldn’t you be independent, but what exactly does it mean for a woman to be independent.  What happened to the days when independence meant FREEDOM?   Now the word has taken on so many different meanings, it’s hard to determine what it means to be or not to be independent.   Women who have gotten a hold of this whole “independent movement” and taken it to the extreme say to be independent means “I need no one, I am my own woman.  Hear me roar!” In the hands of a man the whole I only like independent women movement leaves women wining and dining the men saying she got it, picking up tabs all the time.     With so many suggestions from popular culture and songs I’m not quite sure I’m buying into their ideologies of what it means to be or not to be an independent woman.  I don’t appreciate that Jamie and Neyo collabo trying to feed us with this erroneous idea of what it means.  Later for that reverse psychology business.   I don’t care what anyone says, what makes a woman independent can not be her ability and willingness to wine and dine a man!!  My grandmother always told me that you should date a man who can only do for you what you can’t do for yourself.   And I must admit that there is definitely some truth to that.

So what is it?   What does it mean to be independent?  I think it means that a woman is fully aware of her strength and her power yet also is willing to be vulnerable to a man to the RIGHT man.  Are we too far removed from the idea that men have specific roles that they should fill?  And an independent woman means to be able to do things for herself but allows a man to take his rightful position as provider.  A woman who will not be dependent on a man but one who maintains her own… her own identity, her own life, her own success but allows a man to share that space with her…by choice.

Oh Baby Yoooouuuu….

BlowingKiss52636You got what I need!! Throw back song right there y’all but timeless in its message, at least for me.  See here’s why, there are some women who proclaim to not need men.  They are phenomenal women by all intents and purposes.  They usually enjoy great success in their careers, are financially stable and can pay their own bills, vacations, cars, etc.   Are intelligent and have put themselves through school and have several degrees.  They may even be handy around the house and know how to fix things.  And usually they’ve been very badly burned by some boy who only professed to be a man.  And so they rally:  What do I need a man for?  I’m my own woman! I got my own!  I’m independent!! And that’s cool and all, but I must say  that I am not in that camp!  I need a man, but the key is I don’t need just any old type of man.  And while I recognize my need for a man, that need does not have me.  I am not at the mercy of that need.  I have choices and options.

And while I admire such women’s success in virtually every area of their life, their lack of success in relationships is something that doesn’t rest comfortably with me.  I can’t help but wonder if they are genuinely content at the prospect of never being with a man or if they use their other accomplishments as a mask to hide behind because they’re actually afraid of being vulnerable to love.  But maybe us women shouldn’t put an exclamation point after the statement:  I don’t need a man! Instead maybe we need to change up that statement to read:  I don’t need a man WHO… And I’m sure almost every woman can go on and on filling in that blank.

But it is true that there are CERTAIN men that women JUST DO NOT NEED.  But to concluded that as a woman I DO NOT NEED A MAN is problematic.  We just have to be a little more selective with who we sing oh baby you got what I need to.  

Let’s Celebrate, Shall We?!

ALL MY LADIES WHO ARE INDEPENDENT….ev_confetti

THROW YOUR HANDS UP IN HERE!!!!

ALL MY SINGLE LADIES MAKE SOME NOOOIIIISSSSEEE!!!!

[Cheers and applause]

WHOOOOO HOOOOO!!!

Sooooooo, I know some may be wondering what all the excitement is about and I can explain…. Guys, I think I’ve finally “arrived”.  Since I’ve started this blog some six to seven months ago, it was a therapeutic avenue I was employing to help me get over two break-ups and come to grips with this whole notion of being single.  Being single and fabulous was the furthest thing from my thinking.  Somehow the gloom from breaks-ups fogged up my vision making it hard for me to see just how fabulous and single could co-exist in the same sentence.  Though I had parted with the ‘boo-ed up’ life, the memories of it were on constant repeat in my mind.  And though I spent countless sleepless nights reminiscing, while sheding tears other nights, those memories are things I didn’t want to part with because they represented to me  the ideal:  namely, having someone you can call your own, someone to love, to hold, having a boo.  Couple that with the notion that I once held that only pathetic women who have something wrong with them are single (yes as ashamed as I am to admit it, I did once believe this, key word- once), and it’s no wonder I’m celebrating the fact those are no longer my views!!!

*Sigh of relief*

I looked around me yesterday and realized:

  • I currently share an apartment with my sister
  • I pay my portion of the bills on my own
  • I have two jobs
  • I’m putting myself through school
  • I’m really bright
  • I’m talented
  • I’m attractive
  • I HAVE IT GOING ON

Those realizations led to these other observations:

  • I have no boo
  • I am doing all these things on my own without a boo
  • My life is perfectly great and fantastic without a boo
  • My life is 250% better than it was when I was with either one of my boo’s
  • I don’t need a boo [at least not right now]

As if all of this weren’t already enough to get excited and celebrate about…there remains one more piece to this puzzle….drum roll please…….

I’ve finally decided to let go of the memories!!! Let go of all the reminiscing, the hopes, the regrets.  I’ve arrived at a place of contentment.  It’s been a long time coming and though I’ve made temporary pit-stopsat this place before, followed by ever longer stops at places where I dwelt on the past state of affairs with boos, I’m fairly certain I’m here to stay!!!  I’m not looking for love anymore, bending over backwards to find it, twisting people’s arms to get it, jumping through hoops to earn it, becoming something or someone I’m not to win it…I’m just going to go on about my life being wonderfully me.  And I’ll let love find me when ever it does.  But in the  meantime, I’m hitting the play button on a life that has been on pause mode for way too long.