So to me, bringing awareness to how someone is making you feel is an example of setting a boundary.
Ooo, I like this.
No, I don't.
Yes.
No.
Not right now.
Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?
These are boundaries.
It's so easy in today's world to get wrapped up in placing the blame on yourself for everything that goes wrong in your life. It's so easy to get caught up in coulda, shoulda, wouldas. I'm here to tell you, that it takes two to tango. And if someone's holding you a little too tight during this said tango, you can't do what you want to do. Therefore, they've taken some of your power away.
Is that okay? Are you okay with that?
Because I'm learning that I'm not okay with that.
So, let me continue with this very cliche tango analogy.
(Bear with me - I'll connect it all eventually - just ride the wave).
So, you want to dance, you want to feel yourself, you want to feel someone else, so you say,
"I shall tango." You then proceed to scope the scene for an energy that matches your frequency. Is it the dancing shoes? Is it the way they shimmy? Is it the glow in their eyes, is it the ambition, the drive? Is it the way their hair sways or how it doesn't? Is it their confidence? Or their willingness to say fuck it - why not?
The music stops -you see the one. You point your right index finger at them, twist your hand, and give them the 'come here' motion. Your dancing partner looks around—"Who me?" And you just give them the "if you don't bring yo ass here and dance with me already" stare. BAM.
Y'all begin tangoing. It's nice at first. HAWT. Steamy. It feels good to be touched. But then as the dance continues, things start shifting. Someone's getting tired and a little bit lazy, so now you have to do more so y'all stay on beat. Now, you're tired. Now, you're off key. Stumbling around a bit. But, they all of a sudden have a pep in their step and start getting carried away creating a whole new rhythm without considering you. So now, you start questioning if you even have what it takes to keep up. Followed by, can I even dance? Could I ever even dance? I hate dancing! I'm so silly for even thinking I could dance!
You're in your head. Your mind takes the lead. Your body follows the spiral to hell. Hunched over, with a stank face, sloppy footwork, and various other insecure movements. You're drained. And you look it.
Listen, if your dancing partner makes you look ugly - THEY AIN'T THE DANCING PARTNER FOR YOU. I REPEAT IN BOLD CAPS.
IF YOUR DANCING PARTNER MAKES YOU LOOK UGLY - THEY AIN'T THE DANCING PARTNER FOR YOU.
Alright analogy over. Let's get real. Don't let someone steal your light & suck you dry like a nasty little leech. Your energy is sacred. It's felt too. Subconsciously, people know a star when they see one. The choice is theirs whether they decide to consciously see that and mirror it back or to completely (attempt to) destroy you and eat your stardust up like it's theirs. Transference is real. Energy vampires walk among us. Haters seem to thrive (but only because they operate on stolen energy). That stolen energy can be snatched back like how T.I. snatched New New's chain though!
How? You may ask.
You just simply stop tangoing with that person. Stop. Quit. Do a polite curtsy if you must & go dance alone until you recharge enough to decide you want to dance again with someone else. Or, just stay dancing solo and be hawt all by yourself. The dance floor ain't going nowhere (the streets aren't either). Listen to this song.
You are way too beautiful and divine to deal with terrible people. And, let me just say it's taken a long time for me to admit that there are terrible people in this world. For the longest time, I'd come up with excuses for these lost souls.
Childhood trauma, they don't know better, maybe it's mental health issues, I deserve this, maybe I'm the problem - blah blah fucking blah
I get it. And I still have empathy. But when are you going to have empathy and compassion for yourself? Hm? When are you going to put yourself in someone else's shoes and admit that you actually would not move how they move and treat people how they treat people. It's time to get realllllllly honest with yourself and allow people who like to play monkey games to go play monkey games with other people who like to play monkey games. Let them throw their own shit at each other. You don't need that mess. There's better things to do.
TAKE YO ENERGY BACK. Imagine the dreams you can achieve if you were in alignment. If you weren't being drained but instead charged up. If you were dancing in flow with a partner who admires your creativity and adds to it. Or dancing solo like the empress/emperor you are. I'm just saying. Don't gaslight yourself. If someone doesn't add value - leave. If you aren't respected - avoid at all costs. If you cry more than you smile - skedaddle. And I mean in all areas of your life - friendship, relationship, career, "obligatory" circumstances.
You deserve to live in your truth. You deserve to be full and whole. You deserve to say no. You deserve to say yes. You deserve to say who the fuck are you talking to when someone is out of pocket. God told me this in my dreams last night :) LOL
I love y'all. Take care of yourself.
ALSO, listen to subliminals while you sleep. They work! I'm telling you & it's free! YouTube university for the win.
Love always,
Mama Ru XO
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