Everyone has a purpose on this earth. Not everyone recognizes it. I think I’ve discovered mine. Maybe it’s not singular. Maybe there are multiple layers. Maybe I’m not the only one who carries this calling. But after a weekend of unflinching reflection, I see it clearly: I help people find their ambition.
Every single meaningful relationship I’ve had—five, including my ex-husband—shares a pattern. I meet them when their lives are incomplete, misaligned, stuck. By the time I leave, they’ve seen the cracks, confronted their limits, and realized: it’s time to straighten up and fly right. And they do. But for someone else.
Do I regret this role? Absolutely not. I guide. I illuminate. I motivate. I invest—not for recognition, not for applause, not for ego. I do it because it’s who I am. But sometimes I wonder: will I ever meet someone who doesn’t need my intervention? Someone whole, ambitious, aligned, already awake to their potential?
Yes, I know the critiques are coming: “Maybe you meet them in the wrong place.” “Maybe you’re too selective.” “Maybe you don’t notice what they bring before you invest who you are.” Perhaps. But I will not dilute myself to fit a theory. I am not here to repair anyone who isn’t ready. I date people for who they are, not for what they might become. I will not apologize for my standards.
A phone call last Friday crystallized it. My most recent ex called—not to argue, not to reminisce—but to ask me: What must I change to grow? To become successful? To be capable of caring for a family? I gave him truth—sharp, unfiltered, actionable. He agreed, mostly. But ultimately, the power to change is his. My role is advice, illumination, boundary.
I am patient. I am sovereign. And yes, one day, I will meet someone who doesn’t need my intervention, someone who doesn’t require my blueprint for ambition. Until then, I elevate. I inspire. I am unapologetically myself. And I will not settle for less than presence, ambition, and alignment.
I don’t just love. I elevate.
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