Moving Past Heartbreak

how do you get over heartbreak?

my short answer? you don't. you never do.

here's the long answer:

every heartbreak is different, of course. one of my closest friends got over a lost love by simply ignoring the hurt until it went away. another wrote about it, talked about it, and ached over it until the pain finally dulled. the next time her heart broke, it felt easier. muscle memory, i told her.

heartbreak can strike in the span of a second, or it can scratch at you slowly, over months or years, a gradual etching away at your insides until you feel completely carved out. i've felt it both ways, and i'm not sure which is worse. how could heartbreak ever be better or worse?

honestly, the "getting over it" phase has never really been my strong suit (understatement of the century). i'm not exactly a feel-and-let-go kind of person, not in any aspect of my life. i hold onto people and places and memories as if they'll float away without my desperate, determined grip. sometimes it's a great strength, and sometimes it's an awful, miserable flaw. either way, it has helped me learn.

you can't dodge the heartbreak. you can't try to outsmart it or duck behind it because you have to trudge through it, through the heavy, dirty muck of it until that one strange day when you're driving down a hill, the sun's setting, the air tastes like salt, and you suddenly realize that you're in the clear. you realize that you've made it to the other side, but the heartbreak isn't in your wake. you didn't leave it behind. no, you're carrying it with you, you're wearing it, breathing it, feeling it in small doses at random moments, on random days. it has become part of you.

the point is, then, that you don't get over heartbreak. you embrace it. right? 

Hello, 30s

What changed? My perspective as i realized prioritizing the present is the only way to go. Celebrating 30 years of existence is no small feat. It means i've survived the 1st round of adulthood, i've successfully made the transition from childhood to a grown-up with responsibilities, debt, & rational thinking. I'm grateful for the lessons learned & what life brought me even if some of it were bitter & hard to go through at times.

I thought i'd have the same dread as when i turned 20 coz turning 20 meant letting go of being a child & whimsical girlhood dreams. See, this is my problem. I have the tendency to over-reflect & long for the days of yesteryear, to long for the comfort of familiarity. In reality, i'd feel out of place if i were to magically re-experience my early to mid-20s. Like an old, too-tight pair of jeans from high school, that time in life just wouldn't fit anymore.

As a result, a huge lesson i’ve had to swallow lately has been to remind myself to live in the now. There’s no use on dwelling over a past that we have no control over, we only have control over what we do today. Every time my brain tries to wander to the past, i have to be intentional in redirecting my awareness to the present. Which hasn’t been easy when my early 20s are abundant with regret for not making better decisions. 

When I think about it, i realize there are so many out there who didn’t make it to 30, whose lives were unfairly cut short. So, why should i complain about growing up or throw myself down the rabbit hole of existential dread? No. I’m choosing now, i’m choosing today. & whether that’s at 29 or 30, i know life will be better for it when i continue to live in the moment.

I don’t know what’s gonna happen in this next decade. I have hopes & dreams for what it’ll be like. But I can’t really count on those things happening. Obstacles could pop up along the way, realizations that i want other things, or maybe Allah has something else in store for me. 

One thing that brings me reassurance is that my core values have never changed. I've consistently been guided by my strong intuition, empathy, sense of humor & love for others. So i don't think that will change all that much when i'm 39 & reflecting back on my 30s. I’ll promise my 39-year-old self that i’ll try my best to live thoughtfully & intentionally so she'll have minimal regrets in the future, insyaAllah. 

As I enter this new decade i’ll be armed with the lessons from my 20-somethings & i thank Allah for my 20s. For pushing me through the wringer, for allowing me to fail. For showing me what love is & what love isn’t. For the laughs, the long nights & close bonds i've developed. For the growth that’s made me that much stronger, kinder & wiser. For my husband & my daughter. 

I doubt i'll get much sleep tonight as this buzzing anxious anticipation morphs into buzzing joyous anticipation. 30s, i'm ready for u. Are u ready for me? 🤭

A Bid for Connection

Recently i read an article by some psychologists about this small moment called ‘a bid for connection’. 

They found the way in which we respond to these bids can determine whether a relationship lasts. If u notice & turn towards your partner around 86% of the time, u're building on your connection, trust & intimacy. But if u turn away & only respond to them around 33% of the time, u're inviting distance into your relationship.

U'll probably find these bids for connection in your relationships every day. Your partner might ask u to look out the window at a bird, or try to start a conversation about an article they’ve read & loved. They might begin to tell u a story about a colleague at work while u're uploading a photo to ig, or replying to a friend's whatsapp. It wasn’t until i started reading the article that i understood how, if they're ignored, these small bids can stack up into bigger resentments.

I remember when i was pregnant, at my parents', hubby called to me to look at something outside. It was early evening. I was on the sofa, heavily pregnant, which meant hoisting myself off the sofa would be a big effort. I would've stayed inside on the sofa, sweating and scrolling online, using my swollen body as an excuse not to go out into the garden. Instead i waddled outside & there it was, what he wanted to share with me: a colorful rainbow at sunset in a pink sky. 

How my mood could flip like a coin. We stared up, talked & in that moment, we were teenagers with no responsibilities, not 2 adults getting ready to bring another person into the world. I thought about how much i'd miss moments like these, just the 2 of us, but how ready we were to share them too. To add 'parents' to the many different selves we encountered in each other. Perhaps when sleep-deprivation threatened to pry us apart i'd remember this feeling & try to find a way to be teenagers together again (i did but things have been so much better when Qayla's around). 

I could've missed this, i thought. And for what? Another 10 minutes scrolling through twitter. It’s frightening how carelessly & unknowingly we cut ourselves off from these small, shining fragments of life. I'm sharing this just as a reminder to notice these bids for connection from the people u love & then to turn towards them. They might seem small. U might be busy. But perhaps, if u pay attention, a tiny moment will open up into an opportunity for love that u'll be glad u didn't miss. 

Bend & Break

Recently i read a piece from book & i found these lines: 

"the best friendships bend, which is why they don’t break. The trickiest part is just before the bending bit, when u have to adjust to each other’s different lives & choices".

As we grow older & roll with chaos, one day we'll start to feel the need to formalize friendships in a way that we didn’t before. Like, there are friends we need to speak to once week, friends we need to keep in touch with once a month, friends we need to text every couple of days - & it has to be like an appointment, like clocking in, otherwise things can fall apart. There's a charade of connectivity online, but i know that we need more than that from friends & we're prepared to invest more than that too.

Friendships do go through phases & cycles & orbits. Sometimes friendships do end, like all other relationships, & i’ve become more accepting of that too. I’ve had that with a few friendships over the past 10 years, & i've managed to repair them. How? 

Well, with forgiveness. By saying ‘sorry’ & accepting that u’re different people & u don't have to be similar in order to be great friends. By learning to love the differences in each other & in yourself. Also, u can only forgive when u know your boundaries. Establishing my boundaries & what i will & won’t accept, in terms of behavior, from other people & myself, is something that i know now.

On Giving your Mind some Space

A few weeks ago, as i folded laundry, i had a very clear thought: i need to give my brain a little breathing room. I'd been busy sorting socks & thinking how oddly comforting it can be to do something so mindless, as if my brain sighs & sits back for a moment while i build a pile of clothes. I knew i needed more of that. 

I'd already been working on it, that whole breathing-room thing. A couple months back i decided to ease up on some of the inevitable pre-sleep scrolling, trading social media for a bedtime book routine. It felt nostalgic somehow to get lost in a chapter, telling myself "2 more pages! Fine, 5 more pages!" How refreshing to let my mind focus on one story & not 46 different photos & memes & ideas, u know.

I wanted to be more mindful throughout the day, too, but what does that even look like? I'm not a person who meditates. I don't do yoga regularly. My free minutes are few, so i came to terms with it: i just didn't have room for breathing room.

And then, of course, the joke was on me, bcoz fast forward a couple days when Qayla's sleeping in bedroom & the wifi stopped working while my mobile data was also dead. I can't turn on netflix, spotify, can't open any socmeds, &...silence. Nothing. I started to feel a little desperate. I tried to sleep but can't. More silence. I'm almost embarrassed to admit how temporarily panicked i felt. 

Well i'm not alone, so i've come to deeply appreciate that stretch of time that's just mine to spend however i choose. It's a simple joy to start my day with radio channel i love. What a thrill when i can sing along to something other than nursery rhymes. 

Silence? Well, the silence just felt stressful. Jarring, even. But sometimes i realize that the silence doesn't feel suffocating, it felt freeing. Like one big exhale. I hadn't realized how much of my day involved the company of something. Not necessarily another person, but always something: a song, a conversation, a tv show, an ebook, a scroll through socmed. I hadn't been leaving much space for, well, space.  

No, this definitely isn't a story about me becoming the queen of mindfulness. No way. I did rediscover & retrace the best way back to myself, though, & i learned that silence carries a joy of its own. I was right: my brain needed a little breathing room, & it probably will again soon. What's nice is to know that it doesn't have to be all or nothing. I don't have to choose between sound or silence, chaos or focus. I just have to let myself be.