Frenemies

I’ve never been a Mean Girl and I will never be a Mean Girl.  It’s just not in my DNA.  I’m sure that in the depths of my soul I can bring it out but I just see no need.  So why is it that other girls have that on as their default?

I’ve been wanting to write about this for a couple of weeks now but every time I try I avoid it like the plague and then later on I try and recall where my head was at but it’s all disappeared. Avoidance, selective memory – call it what you will, but today it’s back and it’s here to stay.

Ten years ago I finished high school and embarked on the real world.  The years of playground politics and bitchy high school students ruled by their hormones were over.  To be quite honest I wasn’t really exposed to that growing up despite the fact I went to an all girls’ private school in Sydney.  You know those inspirational quotes about females who work to empower other women, support and nurture them etc… well that’s what my girlfriends were like.  Don’t get me wrong we were all somewhat competitive but it was healthy competition not driven out of envy or jealousy.  We worked together so as a collective we all looked good.  This extended not only academically but in our personal lives as well.  Each one of my girlfriends were stunningly beautiful in their own right.  We were all unique and had different things to offer and together we were united and always there to help each other.  This was my high school experience and no we were not the mean girls either, we just all did our thing and accepted one another.

Turns out that my high school experience is not what tales are made of nor was it a realistic depiction of what was yet to come.  At the young age of 17 I took my first corporate job at a hotel chain.  Life was fun – we worked hard and we played hard.  It was just the culture of the organisation, everyone was young and just starting out.  I made two amazing friends whilst I was there, both of whom were a good 3 – 4 years older than me but they have been everlasting.  They transitioned into my group of highschool friends so easily and it was like we’d all grown up together.  I stayed at that company for a few years and then moved on but we’ve stayed friends, best friends actually.  We’ve known each other through a lot.

Now cut to the last 5 years – for the first time in my life I am exposed to this ‘Mean Girls’ culture and for the life of me I cannot understand it.  Everything that goes on there is always an undercurrent of bitchiness and the need to exercise superiority by excluding others and I just cannot make heads nor tails of it.  I thought with age and as people are further from highschool the playground politics dissipate.

No… they just get worse.

In recent years there has been a growing existence of the term ‘frenemy’ – apparently this is the making of corporate culture… women in the corporate world.  My last three jobs have brought my face to face with these kind of people.  A frenemy is a perfectly composed amalgamation of the words ‘fr(iend) and enemy which refers to someone who pretends to be a friend but is actually an enemy otherwise known as a wolf in sheep’s clothing or my favourite Satan in disguise. These people are toxic – their poisonous venom once circulating through your mind is like a nuclear bomb in your brain and heart.  At my latest job, females are few and far between so naturally I thought they’d work together and want others to hang out with.

Wrong yet again.

It seems like the less females there are the more frenemy like they all behave.  You couple jealousy, insecurity, immaturity and an overall sense of fear and inadequacy and that is what the culture is breeding.  Never have I ever felt like an outside until I started working at this organisation.  There is this abnormal competition for the affections of the few semi decent males here and for the admiration from the senior executive team.  I am all about letting my performance speak for itself but in this organisation in order to get through a day and appease the rollercoaster which is my bosses moods I have to throw in a comment about how lovely her hair looks or how she’s losing weight.  It feels forced and unnatural.  I have worked on a better approach of trying to be genuinely interested in the calamity that is her life (first world problems) or try and be a good girlfriend to her because I have been so blessed to have the angels I have grown up with but this is still not enough. Some of these people despite your best efforts still continue to exclude and just be overall bitches for the sake of it.  I have now come to accept the fact that they just DO NOT like me and I can finally stop trying to make an effort.

Sorry but my gripe is not over…as the thing that gets to me the most is that throughout life I have been taught to treat others with kindness and I have never been one of those girls who exclude others.  I try and smile as much as possible and when there is someone new I make sure I talk to them because it’s not fun being the newbie but apparently these courtesies are not practiced by the general population. As children when you have something like people excluding you or stealing your toys happen to you, you can sit and cry… but as a grown up, how are you supposed to deal with it?  Lately I have been crying and I am so fortunate that in amongst all this bullshit I have met an absolutely amazing girl who is not like the trolls I have mentioned above but what am I supposed to do?

Do I continue to be nice and get a dagger in my heart every time I am excluded from a group event?  Do I start inviting them out?  Or do I just choose to give up and let bitches be bitches and play that at their own game?  I just don’t know.

 

Tomorrow

Tomorrow is one year to the day it started.

Today is the last day I allow it to consume my thoughts.

I’ve explored the darkness enough. I’ve seen the reflection and now it’s time to move towards the light and see something else again.

Enough looking in the mirror. Let’s look outside.

The Universe

The Universe sent me this today… months ago I would not have believed it and I would not have felt this way… but today… and this year I know and feel that this is true.

Despite the trials of the past few years and the last one more specifically… I’ve come through… I thought getting to today would be a miracle… but here I am..

So grateful for my blessings.

“A few years back, not so long ago, heaven and earth erupted into a major celebration with the news of your impending adventure into this very time and space. You see, someone like you doesn’t come along all that often. In fact, there’s never been a single one like you, nor is there ever ANY possibility that another will come again. You’re an Angel among us. Someone, whose eyes see what no others will EVER see, whose ears hear what no others will EVER hear, and whose perspective and feelings will NEVER, ever be duplicated. Without YOU, the Universe, and ALL THAT IS, would be sadly less than it is.

Quite simply:

You’re the kind of person,
Who’s hard to forget,
A one-in-a-million
To the people you’ve met.
Your friends are as varied
As the places you go,
And they all want to tell you
In case you don’t know:
That you make a big difference
In the lives that you touch,
By taking so little
And giving so much!

This is going to be YOUR year!! “

I choose …

‘Work keeps our minds active; it keeps us out of trouble’
It’s amazing how much TV is starting to make me think these days. I’ve always got something on in the background when I’m doing stuff and lately I have been having Grey’s Anatomy on repeat because I love the quotes and the way it relates to life. I’ve spent a lot of time reflecting these past few months; the planets are in retrograde and apparently that is what is meant to be happening. Things will be moving slowly and I should be taking this time to evaluate my life – definitely something I have been doing.
As I’ve been going through my writing and just reflecting on everything that’s going on, I have been so much more aware of my thoughts, my actions and my feelings. They are consumed with negativity, anger and pain. These are things that I am trying my hardest to move from. My mind is beyond impoverished that I manage to focus on all these awful things rather than count my blessings which is what I want to be spending my energy on and this is where we begin to cut to today.
7 months ago I came back from travelling. I had seen so much of the world and experienced things that I never ever thought I would. I came back heartbroken and I felt more lost than before I left. I was confused and bewildered by everything around me and I had lost the focus I had. So I did the only thing I knew how to do, I went straight back into studying (trying to) and into looking for a job (one that I found quickly).
I started working in the hope that when my mind would be active I would find a way to move on and to find my focus again… this was the plan and it seemed logical at the time. It had been a method that got me through some of the hardest times before… I got a job, yes it was a backward step (many backwards steps) but it was an opportunity to have a work life balance – something I’d been wishing for.

‘When we’re not working our hands are idle and the devil will find work for idle hands to do’
I started working. The work was mindless and I was losing my mind. My hands continued to be idle so I process improved… I fixed and fixed and fixed. But no amount of fixing my outside environment could fix me. Exams came and went – I passed (a miracle) and then I continued to work. Slowly I started to regain my personal life. I made friends at work and started to learn how to socialise again. It was a struggle because drinking was no longer something that agreed with me but I tried. It was nice to meet someone that understood me and didn’t think all my yoga and meditation talk was crazy; someone who didn’t try to change me and accepted my beliefs and practices as they were.
I was sceptical because of everything that happened with Sheep and that whole incident has scarred me for life. But she’s definitely been someone who’s stuck by my side and brought out the best in me. I will never forget the night we first hung out after work, it was January 10th and on my way home I remember writing that for the first time in such a long time I was opened up and that I could feel myself going back to the other me, the me that was happy and always out there and social. Over time I managed to open up and share stuff that I’d gone through with no judgement it was nice. It’s been the only thing that kept me going and made my job ok to go back to. My hands were working but still my mind was wandering. I sincerely thought that by being in a routine and rejoining society that I would be ok and I would find my focus again. I would find my place in life and find where I was meant to be, but still my mind was idle.

‘And when you have an idle mind that is the devil’s playground too’
Push came to shove, my work was unsatisfying, it was just a place to spend 8 hours of the day and it just felt like longer and longer as days went on. So I went to meditation… and that opened up my mind. It taught me about stillness and about how I treated myself. I needed to value myself because if I didn’t then no one else would.
My mind was being taken over by the devil. I was the devil. I was ruining myself.
Plagued by self-doubt, I was letting the insecurities of others affect me. I couldn’t draw a line between myself and everything that was going on around me. I took everything personal and felt that everything and everyone was trying to get me. Another private hell.
After much deliberation about the above and looking at how the last few months have been travelling today I finally made a choice. I chose to abdicate the devil and the misery and to choose something else. After months of going through everything I have, after setting off to meditation I finally have learnt that above everything is me. Sometimes in life it’s ok to be selfish and to choose me.
So today I chose me. I chose happiness and I resigned.
I had a friend not the one I’ve talked about above (my McYogi) but another one who was disappointed in my choice to leave and chose to be unsupportive. This hurt me more than I expected but I was steadfast in my choice. During the day I told McYogi and she reminded me of how everyday she sees me and see my frustration and rather than listening to him and where he was coming from she reminded me that each day I was sad and I wasn’t giving up and quitting but in fact I was choosing myself and I was being brave to make that choice and go forward to start the next chapter of my life.
They say happiness is a choice and let me tell you it’s true.
We have so much power in our minds. We create our own reality because reality is a state of the mind. If you want to be happy, if you want to keep the devil away and keep your mind active you need to make the right choices.
So today I say goodbye to the devil and his idle state. Goodbye to misery and self-doubt. And I welcome happiness, diligence and confidence. Today I make the change.

Self-doubt

Damn this jet lag. Up and 2 am and no wi fi. Went to shower… No decent water and no shower pressure. Desperate to wash my hair.
Out by 7, we’re ready to do the Horton a Plains trek and see worlds end, bakers fall and around the place. It’s a two hour drive there and it was beyond bumpy. We went through townships and the poverty was just unimaginable. Due to the hard to reach location development is near impossible and the roads are just ridiculous.
I spent most of the car trip thinking about him and our past travels and if he’d enjoy it here. Emotionally draining at it’s highest level. I can cry, not just at the drop a hat but at the mention of said hat also. My fears and anxiety in relation to Nilambe are paramount and I’m concerned that it’s not the best thing for me right now – To be stuck in my own head.

Am I running away?

Early start to Nuwara Eliya this morning. Up and out by 4am to pick up Batty and then off to Hill Country. It was a nice drive I tried to stay awake through it.
It was quite sad though as Batty got two phone calls both telling her people passed away. I asked if we should head home and she said no.
She was a little bit quiet but then picked up as the day went on. I don’t know how she did it coz if that was me and the person was close I’d struggle to even continue. He’s not dead but the fact he’s disappeared is nuts for me.

I wanted to check out water falls so we went to one near our lodge. As we readied ourselves to climb this creepy guy sat down near the car. He didn’t move and it scared us all off from climbing. We decided to leave and make our way to the hotel and got lost so many times. Upon reaching the hotel the room was standard but the view was stunning. I was emotionally drained so ended up crashing out early on. He still lingers in my mind. I had thought by coming here I’d be free of it but it feels stronger than ever. Hoping for a better day tomorrow