Have you ever had one of those nights filled so much passion that you find yourself questioning if you’re actually awake? You subtly make your way to the restroom after 2 tequila sodas (with a splash of grapefruit) for a tiny touch up and catch your mind wondering if somehow or some way, unbeknownst to your conscious self, you may have accidentally slipped into some sort of dreamlike state?
It’s the sort of evening where you and __ (name your match) can’t seem to keep your hands off of each-other no matter how hard you try. If we’re being honest here, neither of you is trying to do anything remotely close to that at all.
When you return from your brief bathroom reality check, which consists of a self- motivational mirror pep talk mid lipstick reapplication, thinking surely this must be a glitch, you find yourself returning to the very-much-in-tact bubble you and your date seem to be floating inside of. All that exists is you, them, and the divine, guiding you along this swirl of a romance that seemed to arrive right when you needed it most.
For today we’ll keep this PG, but let’s just say for all intensive purposes, said evening progresses until the wee hours of the morning and consists of many “absolutely age-appropriate cuddles” (interpret that as you will).
Cut to 2 days later. You find yourself gravitating towards your phone every couple of hours pretending you don’t care, you’re chill, it’s all good. In reality, the only notification you’re waiting for is the one that includes their name in a text preview bubble letting you know that they’re thinking of you and this weekend meant as much to them as it meant to you.
Welcome to the subtle art of waiting for a text.
I personally told myself I’d never wait for a text again. “I’m much too healed to be succumbing to the behavior of a boy who doesn’t know how to properly care for a woman of my elegance.” “I know exactly what I want and I won’t settle for anything less.” “I deserve someone who is sure.” The list goes on.
The thing is, you can know your worth, you can have your boundaries, you can set your standards, and yet you can still find yourself 5+ years into therapy, healed from multiple relationships, yet still somehow and some way, waiting for a text.
If you’ve been here, you’re not alone.
We can state the obvious, “maybe he’s just not that into you” or “if he wanted to he would” or “maybe his phone broke” or “he must be busy with work” but in reality, our phones are glued to our hands 95% of the time and unless he’s on a 10-day silent retreat in the middle of India working on his inner zen, there’s no excuse.
One of my favorite books is called “The Four Agreements”. It’s a sort of guide on how to live your life as peacefully as possible. I try my best to apply these rules and principles to my everyday life as often as I can, but I’m a human and I’m not perfect.
They are as follows:
Be Impeccable With Your Word
Don’t Take Things Personally.
Don’t Make Assumptions.
Always Do Your Best.
I’ve learned over time that when I follow these principles as closely as possible, my anxiety levels seem to immensely decrease and overall I do live a healthier and happier life.
I’m not here to make excuses for the ones who very much should be texting, BUT, you never know what’s going on in someone’s life and in someone’s head. We can go with the “you only live once, just text them” approach. We can also take the “for those who won’t, someone else will” route. For today, I choose to just be and trust that whatever’s meant for me is already mine.
Although I may be here hoping for a text, I’m also here knowing whatever is meant to be will be and I’m choosing to place focus on my happiness, the present moment and all that is currently serving me.
Let me know if you can relate and please share your thoughts by commenting below or sending me a message!
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Sending you an ENERGETIC TEXT FROM THEM, extra love and an aura of light.
Xx,
Alexa 💡