Every year people make resolutions, stop this, change that, demand more, be wiser, then they relapse into old habits. For every person I know who conceived, believed, and manifested, I know ten more who got lazy, got discouraged, and found someone or something to blame for their lack of results. Let's cut the bullshit. Most of you talk it but you don’t live it! When confronted with this fact there’s always an excuse as to why you keep doing the same things, why you keep dealing with the same types of people, and why you can’t let go the toxic things you swore you would leave in the past...that excuse is other people. You could move on if that person would stop reaching out. You could achieve more if someone at work or school didn’t have it out for you. You could have been way further along in life if your childhood wasn't blah blah fucking blah! Maybe, just maybe, the problem with your life is you.
It’s time to stop holding everyone else accountable and start holding up a mirror to see why you continue to take L’s year after year. Who Are You? What Do You Want? Why Aren’t You Getting What You Want?
Most of you act in direct contradiction to the thoughts you carry in your head. Talk your talk, post about it, snap about it, tweet about it, but where’s the receipts that shows—YOU ARE DIFFERENT. Show me what you’ve done in the last few months that proves that you go left where another person goes right? You said this year was going to be your year to ascend, but you’ve spent more time scrolling your timeline than putting your business plans into gear. You've spent more time talking about other people than focusing on yourself. You've spent more time working for someone else than you have working towards your goals. You've spent more time in wasted relationships, or waiting around for someone to pick you, than you've spent practicing self love. You could be so much bigger, so much stronger, and further along if you held yourself accountable. In you're head, you're better than the next person, smarter than the next person, but it doesn't translate in the real world. Nothing you claim to be in your head is evident in your actions! It's time to Spartan Up and take what's in your head and put it to work for you by destroying the mental blocks that saddle you.
You walk around with anxiety because your life is held together by lies and wishful thinking. You force affirmations down your throat, fake smiles, and try to convince yourself that your time is coming to get what you want. How can anything truly change when you lack the motivation to call out and improve upon your own contradictory behavior? You live life on autopilot, setting half-ass goals, chasing shallow shit like a man’s love or enough money to buy something you don’t even need. You fantasize about businesses you’ll never get off the ground and the type of men you’ll never meet, let alone marry. Believe and achieve… but you don’t believe you can achieve because every time you try it doesn’t work out the way you want, so you pout and distract yourself with the latest gossip, news, or protest. Your energy is put into other things because you don’t want to try only to fail. You’ve been let down before. That shit hurts!
It’s safer to sit online and complain, to clown with your friends and laugh away the pain, to stream movies or shop when you should be being constructive, or to forget yourself in your latest relationship. Some of you think falling in love will make you less depressed and you imagine that true love will save you from your sad life. Spoiler: It won’t. You try to put a positive spin on why you’re getting older, yet still not getting what you imagined, so you wash your setbacks down with, “it all happens for a reason/ in due time” but even that shit’s starting to fade. In the back of your mind is the possibility that you won’t end up with anything that you really wanted, and be one of those older ladies you meet that has to put a happy face on her mediocre life as if she planned it that way.
What if you end up no better than Jane average? What if all your potential is wasted on the wrong career? What if all your love is misplaced on the wrong man? What if you have kids that grow old enough to resent you because they don’t understand why you didn’t go harder in life when you had the chance? The dark place you avoid is that endless pit of “what if”. To avoid thinking about your life in that way and spiraling into an endless depression you use an antidote called blame. Blame your mommy and daddy for raising you wrong. Blame your exes for traumatizing you. Blame blame blame, but that shit won’t take away the facts of your life. You’re an overthinking, fake-happy, mess of a person that plays a part in front of other people because you lack real power internally. Today I want to talk about the core of your personality. We’re not talking about how to expose men, dating tips, or any of those things. This is about the foundation of your character and why you continue to lose more than you win. Let’s start with the email that sparked my frustration…
Email: Confessions of a Weak Ass Woman:
…needless to say, I failed miserably at being a Spartan. I got whipped by a boy that shouldn’t have even gotten my number to begin with. My cousin posted us on Facebook during Thanksgiving. Which led to **** requesting to be my friend. Two of my cousin’s other associates also sent requests so I didn’t pay attention. No page stalking, no curiosity. I literally wasn’t checking for this boy, swear. Not to say he is ugly, but he is not someone who I would go after in person. I know you once wrote about internet standards vs. real life standards but I’m still hard headed lol. We started to message and one thing led to another and I agreed to a date. I didn’t date like a Spartan because to me he wasn’t serious enough for that kind of effort. He kept talking about my looks, but I wasn’t flattered I know the game. But I got overconfident not going to lie. After the date I went back to his place. In my head I’m Rihanna this funny looking boy is a hoe, so why not entertain myself? He was a freak lol! Licking my toes, asking to taste the kitty, I felt powerful. It’s like the stuff you were telling me about my ex made sense finally. I knew that I was...