I remember taking his phone call even though I knew what it really was-a booty call.
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"Come drive down to Palo Alto-they put me up in a nice hotel...it will be fun, baby. I know you aren't doing anything right now."
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Ugh. Yes, I remember the exact moment I took that call. I was standing in my bedroom in Oakland, folding laundry and trying desperately to end a dead-end casual thing with a super attractive but very clearly non-committal salsa dancer/businessman who didn't even live in the area.
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I knew over and over in my head what I should say-I should hang up. I should tell him I deserve better. I should tell him he was wrong-and yet still, I found myself somehow driving almost an hour in the middle of the night kind of like an out of body experience in a bad B-movie.Â
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Like many casual relationships, it started out fun. Sexy. Adrenaline inducing high. A bit of mystery.
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But then, I started developing real feelings for this man. And as much as I tried to kid myself into thinking I could call the random drive in the middle of the night thing adventurous (he used to send a town car to pick me up-then it turned into me driving myself), each time I did it, I lost a little self-respect.
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I knew better.
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But damn, I really just hoped he would see how great I was and magically want a relationship.
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Can you relate?
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I remember coming back home to my apartment crying the next day because he left in the early morning to go to a "meeting" and not so subtly told me it was time for me to go.
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I called a girlfriend and she came over and listened to me for hours and hours about how awful he was.Â
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How lame I felt for staying.
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The whole nine yards.
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And I'll never forget what she said.
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She said, "Diana, the way something starts is how it continues. Don't be so surprised. You just have to forgive yourself and stop tolerating a fantasy that's all in your heard. Also, when I look around your bedroom, I just see a woman who wants to be single."
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This was not what I was expecting...
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She was giving me tough love.
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She also happened to be a Feng-Shui consultant, so her comment wasn't completely out of left field but still...in that moment I just really wanted consoling.
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She observed calming that I had one night stand in the room and so I was attracting men who wanted "one night stands!" (aka the casual wonders!)
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That made me laugh loudly-it made so much sense and was something I had never even considered before.
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And the statement about how things continue like they start also rung a bell.
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If I was honest with myself, the entire partnership had started with wanting to find a salsa dance partner and the guy was totally up front with me about 1) only coming into my city once a month or so for work and 2) no desire for a relationship but we could "have fun"
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It was sobering but I had to take responsibility for my decision to construct a fantasy that was never going to happen.
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I'd like to tell you my relationships magically changed overnight after that conversation and that I ended it right then and there.
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But the truth is that while sprucing up my bedroom had many many positive benefits, I also had to strengthen my own self-worth to match the new outer relationship friendly space that my friend helped me design.
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If you relate to any part of my story, I want you know that I hear you. I see you and I know you can create whatever kind of relationship love story you want.
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But it starts with yourself.
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How you appreciate yourself.
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How you talk to yourself.
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And how you align that inner world with the outer one.
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I am so proud to share some simple but powerful tools that bled not just Feng Shui, but also deep Soul journaling questions that can change you if you let them.
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So that you can eliminate unnecessary obstacles in your space and attract that love that you are desiring with greater ease.
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I want that for you!Â
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If you feel called to join us, I'll see you next week!
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And whatever you choose to do this weekend, I hope you remember to take a moment for YOU.
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And remember that no matter what has happened in the past, you are worthy of love.
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xo
Diana
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