Showing posts with label Freedom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Freedom. Show all posts

Monday, August 6, 2012

Prisoner

I'm on a mission to be FREE! Can you relate? Back in 1987 I stood up in a personal growth seminar full of mostly white folks and out of my mouth came these words, "I want to feel comfortable anywhere in the world!" You see, back then I was a self-conscious, self-critical, approval seeking sister. I've done a whole lot of spiritual work since then and I've grown and expanded but I'm not done. I want to experience a greater sense of freedom, know what I mean?

Truth is I'ma prisoner. Of sorts. Now, don't get me wrong. The prison that I dwell in sometimes feels roomy, airy and even fun. At other times it doesn't even strike me as a prison. And still, it's a prison. And it's largely a prison of my own making.

Some signs that you're in prison:


  • You're in prison when you care more about what other people think than how you feel.

  • You're in prison when you spend 40 hours a week at a job that you despise.

  • You're incarcerated when you people please and approval seek.

  • You're in prison when you don't speak your mind for fear of what others will do and say

  • You're in prison when your addiction to food, alcohol, clothes, sex, men, drug dictate your choices

  • You're in prison when you hate yourself

  • You're in prison when you don't forgive yourself

  • You're in prison when you don't forgive others

  • You're in prison when you hinge your happiness on what someone else does or doesn't do

  • You're in prison when you let someone else's opinion of your become you reality

  • You're in prison when you wait for such and such to be happy

  • You're in prison when you'd rather be abused than alone

  • You're in prison when you allow, promote, accept, tolerate maltreatment from others

Want to escape with me? C'mon, let's get FREE! Moment to moment choose to be you, your authentic self. Say what you need to say. Follow your bliss! Forgive YOU. Let others off the hook. To thyself be true. Choose happiness NOW. Take good care of yourself. Teach people how to treat you, well. Love YOU!

Friday, May 4, 2012

Why Nice Guys Finish Last, Part 2

The responses that I got from folks about my first installment of Why Nice Guys Finish Last were interesting. Like I stated in Part 1, I wrote the piece to help men. And some were pleased, said I helped them to understand a few things. One gentleman said, "it's seldom that a woman writes anything for the empowerment of men." Others were saddened by the piece, said they felt defeated and deflated. But don't despair. Nice guys don't always finish last. Read on to see when nice guys advance to the front of the line. Several women said I was spot on. A few women vehemently disagreed with me. I'll repeat, I wrote these posts, particularly Part 1, to help the man who is baffled about the choices women tend to make in men, even as they insist that all they want is a nice guy.

First, let me clear a few things up. A "nice guy" is not to be confused with a "good man." To tell you the truth, I can not begin to tell you what a good man is. That is, I can only tell you what I consider a good man. What some women call a good man has more do with what he has than who he is. I remember a friend who would only date professional men--doctors and lawyers and Indian Chiefs. Obviously, she considered these men good. Perhaps they were good men, to some woman. But to her? Not so much. At least not as far as I could see. One New Year's Eve when me and my beau went to fetch her and her date to attend a party she came to the door looking sad and downtrodden. Her "good man" had stood her up. I think this was her doctor guy. How good is a man who isn't even there for you? Who cares that he drives a Mercedes, wears Armani suits, has a six-figure income, and could play Michael Ealy's double in the next Steve Harvey's movie. If he's not there for you, then... Excuse me, that's another blog. 

So, a nice guy could be a good man. A bad boy, as I describe a bad boy, could also be a good man. It really depends on the woman.  

Okay, let's move forward. 

A mature woman in a relationship forums that I did said, in response to my question, "What do women want in a man?" said, "It depends on a woman's age." Another woman chimed in and said, "I would say it depends not on a woman's age but the stage she's in in her life." I agree with them both and think it's a tad of both. Consequently, what kind of man suits a woman's fancy will largely depend on where a woman in her life. Where she is--if she's being true to her needs rather than trying to live up to societal dictates or the expectations of others--will influence what kind of man she chooses to spend her days and nights with. 

Let me explain...by talking a bit about me. 

When I was in my twenties, in college, fresh off the steps and green as a cucumber about life, bad boys intrigued me. Men who seemed to know where they were going and what plane to board to get there fascinated me. The last thing I needed was a man as scared and timid as me. "Nice guys need not apply," was my credo. Well, I met a bad boy in college, UMBC, and fell madly in love with him. Chance didn't look like the proverbial bad boy. He didn't do drugs. Nor did he sling them. He didn't beat women and mistreat children. Neither had he ever spent time in jail. Chance, a frat brother, had confidence, was a leader, and knew how to take charge when a girl needed him to take charge.

You can read more about Chance in my first book, Love Addicted.

After college, I met Avery. I might be odd in that I never really pined for matrimony. But when I did consider getting married I'd have to admit that I wasn't much concerned with whether my intended was skilled at talking dirty or that he embodied danger. In fact, what appealed to me about Avery might be deemed the opposite of danger. I saw Avery as someone I could count on, someone who I could build something with, someone who was predictable and therefore perfect for me. So, my taste in men changed. He still had to be someone that I could imagine waking up to but now I insisted that he think and behave like a family man. When I think "bad boy" I don't also think marriage. The woman in marriage mode wants a man she can rely on, a man who's going to bring home the bacon, a man who is ready to build something with her. My husband, Avery, was a nice guy. The quality that stood out to me even then was how stable, reliable and consistent he was. Yes, when a woman is ready to settle in, to get married, to grow with a man, nice guys move to the front of the line. We still, however, want our nice guy to have some bad boy tendency when it comes to taking charge and taking us to bed.

Oh yeah, there's also more about Avery in Love Addicted.

We hook up with another person for a myriad of reasons: Maybe we want to banish loneliness. Perhaps we're looking to build something--a family, a house, a business and we imagine it would be easier and more fun to do it with another. Perhaps we desire clever conversation, over the moon sex, laugh out loud  fun and merriment, a hand-dance partner, a traveling companion. Which brings me to yet another stage in a woman's life. Very often when a woman has done all the above--been married, raised children, learned how to take care of herself emotionally and financially--her taste in men changes again. Why? Because her needs have changed. A mature woman with her own money and stuff, who knows who she is, what she wants, what matters most concerns herself less and less with a man's stuff, degrees, titles, and bank account. With fewer years ahead than behind her, she now wants to live a bit more on the edge. Bad boys tend to make wonderful play dates. And there's no need for adult supervision. Everybody's grown. 

This also must be said. A mature woman has undoubtedly experienced her share of betrayals, losses, disappointments, heart aches and heart breaks in love and relationships. If she has grown better, rather than bitter, now she's ready to live her life on her terms. Bad boys can make great playmates. 

And another thing. As a healthy woman matures, sex can get better and better and better. She's free from the fear of pregnancy, doesn't need a man to pay her mortgage, isn't necessarily wanting to build anything with a man, so she's FREE! If it is the bad boy that promises fun, laughter, and great sex, well then, it's the bad boy that she wants. Once a woman enters this stage in her life, and she feels little need to prove anything to the rest of y'all, then, to paraphrase Lena Horne, "she's free to do what she damn well pleases!" 

Let's recap. Women tend to choose men based on the stage they're in in life. When a woman just wanna have fun, the bad boy can be deliciously compelling. If she decides she wants to get married, if she's smart, the nice guy with some swag is what she holds out for. Once a woman has done all the stuff society tells her a so-called good woman does, the mature, financially and emotionally healthy woman tends to choose men who promise the best companionship, sex, and fun.

Smooches!
DeBora

DeBora M. Ricks
Author of Love Addicted: One Woman's Spiritual Journey through Emotional Dependency
To book me to speak, send emails to info@deboraricks.com
We'll be discussing my book, Love Addicted, and the impact of fatherlessness on intimate relationships  Thursday, May 10 from 9-10 PM on The Real Women of Baltimore Radio Show at WOLB 1010 AM and online at wolbbaltimore.com 

Monday, April 23, 2012

You'll Never Amount to Anything!

"You'll. Never. Amount. To. Anything!" my father would shout. This morning, as I sat in the silence and stillness, my Science of Mind magazine open, I closed my eyes to pray, meditate, connect with Spirit and these thoughts came to me. They came because on Sunday I'll be giving a testimony at my place of worship on the theme, The Other Side of Through. Yes, I have made it to the other side of many, many  throughs.  

You'll never amount to anything! was one of my charming minister father's favorite things to say to me. What he really meant, I know today, is "I haven't amounted to anything!' He had to mean that because how could he predict MY future? Who was he or anyone to tell me, God's precious child, what life had in store for me? I didn't know it then but I now know my dad spoke about himself because whenever we hurl insults at another, we're really telling them what we think of us.  

I'm writing this post because you might be able to relate. Somebody, some so-called "smart" grownup may have told you the same thing or something quite similar. Who gave them the authority? Get all the juice out that doggone lemon that's there, then toss it...because remember, it is you, and you alone who gets to create your life...on your terms. Not based on what your mama, daddy or grand pappy said. 

Well, I have amounted to something. And you know what, I have my father to thank. Thanks to my dad-- who I have since forgiven for dumping his poor self-regard onto me--I had something hard to push against. It was my father's ugly words that fueled my ambition. It was my father's insistence that I would be nothing that drove me to be something. At 14 years old good ole dad decided that he would no longer give me lunch money and bus fare for school. God spoke. The God in me said, "I'll make it with you...or I'll make it without you!" Well, I made it.

Yep, I squeezed all the juice out of that there "you'll never amount to anything" lemon that was there! 

I have amounted to something. Not because I am a lawyer, author, editor, speaker, mother to a bright, loving, powerful soon to be Howard freshman, homeowner, gold card carrying member, world traveler, pretty good daughter to my mother, no, I've amounted to something because my life has meaning. I like my life. And I do good work in the world. Even before I heard Les Brown command, "don't let another person's opinion become your reality" years ago I'd resolved to not let anybody tell me who I get be, what I get to have, and what I get to do. That is, nobody gets to tell us how good it can get for us. Given my rather rough beginning, I think I done done good. But I can't take the credit for it; it was Divine Mind that did it. I only take credit for being wise enough to turn within to this Power, listen and take heed.

Smooches!
DeBora
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Friday, April 6, 2012

GSD! and Free Yourself!

I woke up feeling kind of crappy this morning. Why? Because I had some things to do that I didn't FEEL like doing. It wasn't that these things were in and of themselves painful; I just didn't want to do them. Actually, every one of them--there were three--would benefit me. They all involved money, too. Last night, as I lay in bed I wrote each one of them into my iPhone calendar because I know once I write something down I HAVE to do it.

I've done them all. And I'm a better woman for it. See, when we push through the bull crap that tell us we're not worthy of this or that, we grow. We grow in self-regard. We grow in self-respect. We grow in power. Yes, I feel more powerful now. Now I can get on out to the gym. I took care of the "painful" stuff now I feel entitled to enjoy the juicy stuff. Yes, I like working out...so working out is juicy stuff for me.

My new mantra is GSD!  Get Shit Done! If you're a religious type, then it's Get Stuff Done! GSD is one of the ways we take care of and honor ourselves. When we do what matters to us, what moves our lives forward, what we say we gonna do, even when we don't FEEL like it, we free our ourselves in mind, body, and spirit. Energy that was pent up in thinking and worrying about what we ought to be doing that we're not doing is now available to us.  We can now be more present to the present moment. And more available to more, more joy, more peace, more time, more fun, more opportunities, more confidence, more goodness, more serendipity, more, more, more!

What might you do today that would make you feel you've honored the promises you've made to yourself? So you can make yourself more available to more!

DeBora M. Ricks
Author of Love Addicted: One Woman's Spiritual Journey through Emotional Dependency and the upcoming Why Did He Break Up With Me? Lessons in Love, Loss & Letting Go
Book me to speak, send email to Info@DeBoraRicks.com
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Wednesday, March 28, 2012

They'd Rather Be in Pain


I'll be brief. I was talking to a friend of mine this morning whose aunt is experiencing severe back pain. Well, she told her aunt that she was using an amazing product that was working wonders for her. It had alleviated her knee pain. And it was all natural. Her aunt, moaning, asked, "Well, how much is it?" She told her and auntie moaned louder. She said her medication didn't cost THAT much. Medication, mind you, that clearly is NOT working. I know a young woman whose knees throb with pain. I told her a supplement and cream I use wiped my knee pain out. She says she's waiting to hear what a guy friend has to say about the products. Duh! He's not the one in pain. I could go on, but you get the picture.

In any event, there's a club to which sweet ole auntie and this young woman belong. It's called the IRBIP club. Of course you're wondering what IRBIP stands for. I'm glad you asked. IRBIP stands for I'd Rather Be In Pain. You know the folks. You might even be a member of this club.

See, some people would rather suffer than spend the time, money, and/or energy to heal. Whether the pain is physical, emotional, financial, relational, or spiritual if someone offers you a cure and you turn your nose up at it, chances are you're a member of the IRBIP club. Tis tis!

Here's my confession. I once belonged to this not so exclusive club. There I was languishing in a job that paid me way too little for my talents, gifts and skills. They hated that I was opinionated, educated, and not easily controlled. What did I do? Because I was loyal to my club, you know, the IRBIP club, I suffered. And I did it beautifully. You know, like we're taught to do. Though I sometimes whined, mostly I followed the IRBIP teachings and sucked it up and took it like a man. I know, I'm not a man, so what? I dragged my nicely dressed self in to work, took their abuse with my chin up, and waited for the weekend. Then one day I got fired. Yep, I got fired. Thank God! Once released from bondage, I then shredded my IRBIP card. And nobody better ever call me asking if I'd like to reactivate that membership, unless they feel like experiencing some emotional pain. HeeHee

We choose the life we live. With every yes and no we choose life more fully or we choose a "life" of quiet desperation. Sadly, the latter is what most people unconsciously choose. Why? Because most people can't even imagine living an emotionally, physically, spiritually, and financially healthy, wealthy, and whole life. Their mother, father, siblings lived in pain so they think they have to live in pain. All some people expect from life is pain. Well, we get not what we claim we want, we get what we expect.

Fear of the unknown. Fear of the new. Fear of success. Fear of happiness. Fear of change. These are the fears that keep people stuck, accepting pain as a way of life. Tis tis! Fear is the opposite of FAITH. Stop talking about faith and start living in faith.

Are you a member of the IRBIP club? Be honest. If you are, no worries. You can have a new thought that leads to new actions today. It's your birthright to live a healthy, wealthy, prosperous, sweet and juicy, pain-free life. Claim it!

Okay, I wasn't so brief. I couldn't help myself; I'm on a mission to wake up. As I awaken more fully, I'm impelled to share my aha! moments with you.

In love & light,
DeBora
DeBora M. Ricks, Author/Speaker/Attorney/Distributor
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Author of Love Addicted: One Woman's Spiritual Journey through Emotional Dependency
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