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I’m ready. Ready to let you go.

You were a year like no other. A year of revelations and self-reflection. A year of small highlights that made a big difference and a defining year for me. It’s the year I can safely say, I found myself. Every month was an answer. Every month gave me closure. Every month healed the pain 2020 brought.

With all that being said, I’m ready to end this chapter and start a new one because I am now equipped with so many lessons and so much resilience that will empower me to face anything fearlessly because thanks to you, I now know I can survive anything. Thanks to you, I now know how to fight back.

I’m ready to put an end to the nights I spent trying to understand myself and revisit my childhood wounds so I can heal them, they definitely weren’t easy because they reminded me that all the things I thought I got over were very much still alive within me. I had to say goodbye to some very dear parts to me but I knew it was the right thing to do. The parts of me that served me in the past are not going to serve me in the future and I had to look ahead.

I’m ready to put an end to all the lectures I’ve given people, teaching them how to treat me, setting boundaries with so many of them, taking back my power, and giving everyone what they deserved. It was the year I finally put my foot down and I wasn’t afraid of the consequences. I wasn’t afraid of losing people because I wanted to put myself first.

I’m ready to put an end to the inner battles and the battles between my heart and my mind. I’m ready to let go of the defensiveness that permeated my body this whole year because I didn’t want to allow anyone to hurt me again. I’m ready to ease up again because now people know where they stand with me and they know what they can and can’t get away with. Now I’ve finally taught people that I’m not going to be in their lives if they don’t know how to respect me or value me. Now I’ve finally taught people that my feelings matter and my voice matters. I’m no longer suppressing how I feel to accommodate anyone.

2021, I’m ready to let you go even though you gave me so much power and self-love, it’s time to take it easy now. It’s time to reap the rewards of what I sew. It’s time to start allowing love, light and abundance into my life. I’m no longer holding back any part of me. I am ready to shine, I’m ready for my comeback. I’m ready for the world to see the new and improved me and I’m thankful that you gave me the time and that courage to do that. You taught me how to be insanely strong and now it’s time to be insanely happy.

2022, I hope you’re ready for me. The show must go on, and this time it will be better than ever.

Hello dear readers! I know I said I’d update this column weekly and it’s already been a month but bear with me. I am traveling, detoxing and taking a much-needed mental break from everything! If you haven’t done that yet, I recommend you do it! It’s important to just unwind from everything familiar and comfortable every now and then because sometimes you don’t realize that your daily routine can actually drain you if you don’t take a break from it.

Anyway, since I’m back here in DC (my second home) I couldn’t help but go through my old diaries and journals. I’ve had some very dark and lonely nights here and my journal was always my best friend and I couldn’t help but read the pain, the agony, the desperation in those lines. Albeit, this was written at probably the lowest point in my life but still, I felt sorry that for myself that for a big chunk of my life, I felt this way. That I actually wrote these destructive words about myself and my life. It broke my heart back then and it still breaks my heart that I didn’t know any better and I didn’t really ask for help at that time because I thought that asking for help meant weakness or an act of failure.

It makes me happy that I am not that girl anymore and that everything I was afraid of, I conquered but it also breaks my heart that for once I felt that way about myself and I was so desperately seeking validation from others and this reminded me that we have all way felt this way about ourselves before. Whether it was because we got fired, or we got cheated on, or we were told we weren’t good enough for something we worked hard for. Whether it was because we never felt wanted or accepted or understood. We looked for validation from the most toxic and manipulative people, we allowed another person to make us feel worthless, we tormented ourselves to overachieve just so we can fit in or more accepted. We did it all for the wrong reasons.

These were written in 2013…eight years later and I have all the answers to all these despairing questions and I will answer them, not for me, but for anyone who is struggling with similar questions or going through a sorrowful time in their lives.

Why am I bound to misery and pain?

You’re not. It’s just a bad phase in your life where you’re trying to figure out what you love and what you want and nine times out of ten you will know that by things not working out for you and by knowing what you don’t want first. You will learn a lot of things the hard way, trial and error and a lot of mistakes. You will mess up and your life will crumble but it’s not the end. It’s all temporary. It’s not misery and pain. It’s part of growing up. You will be happy. Life will do a 180 and it will be full of blessings, milestones and fulfilled wishes. It will make up for those miserable nights. Mark my words.

Why can’t I have it easy just for once?

Because those non-easy times will make you a stronger person. It will toughen you up. It will teach you how to be your own person, depend on yourself and be for yourself what you were always asking others to be for you. Also, this is how you will become more profound, more resilient, more compassionate and maybe one day you will use all this pain and turn it into art. And the wisdom you will gain from these experiences will be priceless!

Why can’t I just be ‘normal’ and lead a normal life with normal parents, ups and downs, it just can’t be down all the time, all pain all the time, all tears all the time, all scars and bruises that don’t go away? Why can’t I just be an ordinary girl with an ordinary life and ordinary problems?

Because God has a better plan for you. Maybe you didn’t have a ‘normal’ childhood or a ‘normal’ life because he has picked you to use your experiences to change people’s lives for the better or help others or be a voice for those who are struggling but don’t have the courage to share their stories. Let me tell you that most of the artists you love and most of the therapists out there, have had a troubled childhood and some kind of trauma that made them channel that kind of pain into something useful. I don’t know the purpose behind your pain, but I know God has one for you and maybe one that will change your life and the world!

Why can’t I find someone who can love and tolerate me and be there for me?

Because you were looking for someone to fill a void that only you could fill. You were looking for someone to rescue you or save you instead of doing that for yourself. You didn’t want someone to love you, you wanted someone to make you feel better about your self-loathe because you couldn’t do that on your own. You weren’t aware of how important it is to love yourself first and work on your self-esteem and your inner self and the rest will follow. You wanted a quick fix and that never lasts. And let me tell you, you will be loved, tolerated, seen and heard and sometimes you will still choose to walk away from that kind of love because it’s not what you want and you will realize that you deserve a lot more than what you are given.

Why am I so scared of myself? I’m scared of going out and approaching people in order not to feel insecure.

Because you’re not confident in who you are, in your abilities, in your talent, in your dreams and your growth. All you can think of is how you’re not good enough, how you’ve failed at this or that or how you got rejected. You’re scared because the voices of others are still in your head, you’re scared because you still see yourself and judge yourself based on what they told you. But let me tell you, one day you will wake up and that fear will change into courage, and these people will become haters you piss off because you no longer care about what they think and you will rise above any negative self-talk these people triggered in you and you will get over their abuse and keep shining instead. And let me tell you, one day these people will be fans of your work, apologizing that they didn’t believe in you and didn’t think you would make it. And one day, these people will be strangers you once knew because you’re no longer allowing that kind of negativity in your circle and you don’t even care about playing nice!

I’m scared of getting a new job because I might hate it, leave it and fail myself again. I’m scared of letting any guy in because he might break my heart again. I’m scared of showing off my beauty because there is no one to appreciate it.

You will get plenty of new jobs that you might hate, forced to leave and find something better. You will keep looking and not settling because one of those days, you are going to land the job of your dreams and it will be worth all the hassle and all the madness. You will also let people in who will be wrong for you and break your heart but trust me, it will only bring you closer to the one. It will teach you how to walk away, move on, be on your own, raise your standards and patch your heart up again. You will learn how to say no, put your foot down and leave with your head held high. You’re also not scared of showing off your beauty, you just don’t feel beautiful because someone told you you’re not pretty or someone made you feel like you’ll never be pretty enough and someone made you compare yourself to someone else but let me tell you that when you finally learn to accept yourself with all your flaws, you will feel beautiful and you will find people who think you’re beautiful and tell you that until you’re sick of it and let me tell you that there are many people out there who appreciate your beauty but they’re just scared of telling you that.

And last not least, this one is my favorite and it’s dedicated to me and my old self:

I’m scared of writing a book because it might not be good enough.

Write that book! Because you will also write another one. And one of them will sell out and people will ask for a restock and both books will touch people’s hearts and they will reach more people than you could’ve ever imagined. You are good enough. Your books are good enough. Believe in yourself because you are capable of doing much more than you think.

I’m sorry for this long post but I had to show you how far I’ve come because you can too. It’s not easy and it won’t happen overnight and it will probably take everything you have to fight that battle but as you can see, seven years later, all my answers have changed, all my fears were just a bunch of crap because I was insecure and my life has changed for the better ever since. Now I’m here and I’m not lonely, I don’t cry before I sleep and these sad questions have been replaced with positive affirmations.

Eight years later and I can say I did it all and I love myself and my life. There will always be ups and downs. There will always be mistakes or failures. There’s always more work to do and things to change but I’m happy with the progress and I can say that with full confidence, that I will never again hit rock bottom the way I did in 2013. I will never again be that person who pities her existence and herself because I know that it’s all part of a bigger plan, it’s all part of my journey and it’s all bringing me closer to another stage of my life full of blessings and rewards. And I will never again allow another person to make me feel like I’m not good enough.

Repeat after me, I am more than enough and I deserve the best in life.

I got introduced to the concept of revenge when my first best friend started spreading false rumors about me and I wanted to hurt her the same way she hurt me. I got acquainted with it when I started dating and realized that I was being lied to so I wanted to make these boys pay for their mistakes and then I got super acquainted with it when I started working and I saw how people can literally throw you under the bus and topple you down so they can get ahead of you. I thought it was really unfair that these people can get away with what they’ve done so easily.

Each one of those incidents fueled my anger because I was so attached to the idea that people can only learn when you give them a taste of their own medicine and I felt like it was my duty to make that happen as soon as possible so that they burn from the same fire they lit for me but to my surprise, my tactics ended up backfiring one way or another. Every time I’d seek revenge, I’d lose even more and it bothered me that I couldn’t take matters into my own hands.

In some cases I won and it felt good but it still didn’t bring my best friend back and it didn’t make me feel better about these boys, I didn’t get my justice or closure and it didn’t get those who got ahead of me at work fired. It was a nice temporary feeling to see those who hurt me struggle but the end result wasn’t really what I wanted.

Let me tell you the ripple effect of each story; my best friend who stabbed me ended up being toxic to anyone who befriended her while I went on and pursued other more genuine friendships with more like-minded people. As for my exes, I, later on, heard so many stories about them that I was totally unaware of that made me bow down and thank God a thousand times that I wasn’t the one they ended up with and I always met someone much better for me. As for my old coworkers and bosses, I ended up changing my whole career and found my passion in writing and my words reached millions of hearts and brought me more joy & success than I could have ever imagined. Ironically, my previous adversaries turned into fans.

I once read a quote that said “revenge is a dish best served cold” but I never really grasped how this is a good thing, that you get your revenge years after the moment has passed but I realized that it’s not entirely up to you. Sometimes life gives you that revenge on its own and karma ends up doing to others what they once did to you. Whether you watch that happen or not, rest assured that justice will eventually prevail and those who poisoned you will drink from that cup one day.

My dad got a bad case of COVID last year and he spent almost a month in the ICU and I was very upset that certain people knew and never cared to ask. It made me feel very sick that I actually trusted people who can’t even do the right thing when it comes to etiquette or just show courtesy in these situations but it also reminded me of what these people are really made of and confirmed my beliefs that sometimes life takes the trash out for you and removes the toxic people out of your life for a reason. It made me realize that the best revenge was walking away and moving on without them in my life.

And here’s the funny thing about revenge, it comes when you’re not seeking it. The other day my friend sent me a photo of my book in one of the restaurants she goes to. I didn’t know it was being displayed there. Anyway, this is one of the restaurants that my ex also goes to, and for the longest time he made me feel like a failure and at one point he completely ghosted me and went on dating a bunch of other girls. He also told one of his friends that he didn’t want to be with a writer in case I wrote about our story and called him out. Here we are in 2021, I wrote about him in my sold-out book that’s displayed at the restaurant he probably goes to with his current girlfriend. I don’t know about you but that’s better than any revenge I could have ever cooked up…..REVENGE IS A DISH BEST SERVED COLD.

I decided to use ‘ramble on’ because the topics I discuss here may not be as deep or as reflective as my other writings. This is more personal-related stories, observations, funny moments and a lot of venting. I miss just being able to tell my personal stories in an informal way and sometimes I forget that I have this blog to serve this purpose. So welcome to exhibit one of Rania Rambles On…

Today I want to talk about female leadership…or my experience with it. In my attempt to find other writing-related jobs, I have gone to many interviews and most of them were handled by women. Let me also clarify that throughout my life I’ve only had female bosses and let’s just say we never really had a good relationship with one another. We just never seem to bond or see eye to eye, there’s always this unspoken tension except for my first boss who was heaven-sent and was more like a sister, a friend and a mentor but she set the bar pretty high that after her, it was all a bunch of mean women who abuse their power and love to make me feel like I’m not good or smart enough instead of supporting me through this new journey.

So I cringe a bit when I’m interviewed by a ‘boss lady’ but I also try to keep an open mind in hopes I get a more charming one who doesn’t want to make me feel inferior to her. That didn’t happen, of course, every interview was almost the same; the boss gives me dirty looks as I talk about my background and acts disinterested in what I have to say then she goes on and tells me about how difficult the job is hinting that I may not be able to handle it just because I got my nails done and have a smile on my face. And then she tells me what this job entails…you guessed it…attention to detail, long working hours and jugging more than one project a day also insinuating that I may not have what it takes to handle such a challenging position or work under pressure.

Then here comes the fun part, when she asks me if I have any questions and I say that I do, I get the ‘how dare you even ask anything, you’re lucky you’re even considered for this position” look. So I ask what’s in it for me and I ask if they will be able to meet my salary expectations and she just stares at me like I’m an alien she’s trying to understand and I ask how this job will benefit me as a person and as a writer. Then after she answers my questions with her eyes rolling and that ‘I’m gonna shoot you” look on her face, we wrap up the interview knowing that I won’t hear from her again and I won’t take the job if they give me an offer.

I don’t understand who taught these women that being mean is a sign of power or intimidating your employees is a sign of success. I personally can’t work well in these toxic environments or with someone who thinks my success would mean that I’m one-upping her. It’s like they expect you to be so good just not better than them. It’s like they want you to shine but not steal the spotlight from them. When did this become the new norm? Why did we take ‘strong, independent women’ too far by actually being selfish and borderline rude? Why are we competing with one another instead of being on the same team?

I consider myself strong and independent and I’ve always been a flexible and friendly boss and I’ve done my best work when I was given the freedom and space to work without being micromanaged or challenged by someone who constantly wants to prove that I’ll never be as good as she is or I don’t deserve the kind of money I’m asking for or I don’t take my job seriously just because I choose to take care of myself or do my hair or wear heels.

I once had a boss who didn’t like my attitude when I told her I wanted to quit and she wanted to remove my name from the whole issue I worked on and use her name instead and she didn’t want to give me credit for my work. This is just an example of how some of these women pretend to be professional and competent but they make it about themselves and bring out their unprofessional claws at the first bump in the road.

I had another one who didn’t want to consider my background or my cultural sensitivity when I told her some things may be offensive to my readers and she took it personally and accused me of attacking her. I am honestly tired of walking on eggshells when I’m working with women because I don’t know when they will flip out or when they’re going to twist my words or when they’re going to fire me. It shouldn’t be this hard. Instead of supporting each other, we tear each other apart!

I’m not generalizing or saying that this is how all female bosses behave but so far this is what my experience has been and it’s time to change that narrative. It’s time to get over the ‘Devil Wears Prada’ syndrome and just create a healthier work environment for those around us.

It’s time to stop glorifying being the bitchy boss because that means we’re strong, assertive and outspoken. You can be strong without putting others down, you can be assertive without making your employees feel stupid and you can be outspoken without making your employees feel like they don’t have a voice.

Respect and appreciation go a long way and they will get you further than dirty looks, harsh words and not-so-subtle jabs ever will.

P.S. You’re not Meryl Streep!

It’s that time of the year again. Fall, my favorite season. The sound of my feet brushing through the leaves, the smell of the trees along with the light breeze that rejuvenates my soul and reminds me of new beginnings and fresh starts. It reminds me of rebirth and transformation. It reminds me that sometimes when things fall, they bring beauty, charm and comfort and it somehow resembles the changes in my life. The seasons I go through. My internal transformation. My very own rebirth.

It’s that time of the year again. When I look back on all seasons and realize how each one of them brought a different lesson, how each one of them taught me something vital. Winter brought a sense of freedom, I released all the burdens of the year before and decided to start with a little bit of lightness and peace of mind, somehow I liked not being tied down to anything. I liked not being with anyone. I liked enjoying my life and focusing on my own needs. I liked getting to know myself all over again.

Then spring came along with its sunshine, rainbows, butterflies and renewed hopes and dreams. I had amazing connections, met wonderful people and opened up my heart again and it reminded me that I’m still capable of letting people in, being vulnerable and giving even when the old heartbreak still stings. I believed in my heart again. I believed in my ability to recover and just like spring, my heart and my feelings bloomed again just when I thought they were dead.

Then came summer with all its heat and a few waves came crashing down on me that I no longer had the urge to swim but what summer teaches you is there is always a new day, there is always a new adventure, there is always a new trip and love will always be around you. Summer came and I was reminded that if you have the right friends, the right people around you, there’s nothing you can’t survive and there’s nothing you can’t overcome because those are the people that will help you face the biggest waves in your life and you will never drown.

And here comes fall as I am standing on my feet feeling alive again. I curled up with my winter resilience and basked in the sweet taste of spring and washed off the turbulent waves of summer and they all led me here. All the lessons, all the memories, all the tears, all the confusion, all the laughter, all the disappointments and all the surprises I didn’t see coming. They all contributed to my transformation. They all shaped me up and reaffirmed what I’ve always known that if you don’t take care of yourself, if you don’t know how to survive on your own, you’ll never be able to adapt to the seasons of your life and find the joy in each one. You will never be able to warm yourself up in winter or transform into a butterfly in spring or swim through the ebb and flow of summer and you will definitely not be able to liberate yourself as you walk through the breezy days of fall.

It’s that time of the year again. Fall, my favorite season and a dichotomy between the meaning of the word and what it truly embodies. The word ‘fall’ signifies things falling apart or falling down but somehow it’s the season where I rise again, it’s the season where I put myself together again, it’s the season where I do a little movie scene of my own. I’m standing across the fallen leaves, the wind blowing in my hair, I look up the sky with arms wide open and I do a happy dance. I’m alive and breathing. I’m liberated. I free myself from the shackles of my mind. I accept everything that happened. There’s no need to dwell anymore. There’s no need to fight back. There’s no need to find answers. I know my rebirth is just around the corner.

It’s that time of the year again. Fall, my favorite season. A season to let go. A season to start over. A season to hope for more. A season to dream. A season to love your journey. A season to be proud of how far you’ve come. A season to heal your wounds. And ironically a season to rise again higher than you could ever imagine.

You have to first ask yourself if this is the kind of love you’ve been searching for? Is this the kind of love that you’ve worked so hard on yourself for? Does it match your energy? Does it love you the way you want to be loved? Does it make you feel at ease and inspired or anxious and confused? You have to ask yourself is this person giving you their undivided love and attention or are they giving you bits and pieces because you deserve a love that’s whole.

You have to ask yourself if this person is choosing you above all else, do they cherish you and are they truly afraid of losing you or do you find yourself always questioning what you mean to them? Because you don’t deserve the kind of love that leaves you with questions, you deserve the kind of love that gives you answers.

And I know it’s not easy to close the door on someone you want or close the door when you still have so much to say and so much to do. It’s not easy to close the door after you’ve invested time and effort and shared your deepest secrets but sometimes leaving that door open will only hurt you down the line because you don’t deserve a love than abandons you. You don’t deserve the kind of love that makes you want to run away and leave. You don’t deserve the kind of love that doesn’t fight for you to stay. You deserve a love that feels like home. The kind of home that you long to go back to after a rainy day. The kind of home you don’t want to leave on Friday nights and Sunday mornings. The kind of home that makes you sleep at night knowing you’re exactly where you belong.

Letting go doesn’t mean you stop loving the person or stop wishing them well, it just means that you’re not willing to accept the kind of love they have to offer at the moment. It means that you have recognized that you both have different love languages and you’re looking for different things and sometimes the other person will never understand your language or speak it. Eventually, you’ll find yourself asking for things that you shouldn’t be asking for or things that should come naturally from someone who loves you and cares about you.

Letting go doesn’t mean you stop loving the person, it just means that you have to accept that this is not the kind of love you want to settle for because you know that someone else will have the capacity to love you a lot more and they will always speak your language so you don’t have to spend your whole time translating it.

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The difference between us

is that I say how I truly feel

and you say what I want to hear

and somewhere in the middle

we failed to understand each other.

The difference between us

is that I find homes in people

and you find excuses

and somewhere in between

I found myself closing my door

The difference between us

is I walk away when I’m confused

but you convince people that you’re sure

but eventually your hesitation prevailed

and it became harder to trust you

The difference between us

is that I heal myself when I’m broken

but you break people when you’re hurt

and then my heart starts to wonder

if this is where it truly belongs

The difference between us

is that I don’t find joy in dishonesty

and you find pleasure in deception

but eventually your manipulation

brought the end of our story

The difference between us

is that you expect me to wait

and I expect you to show up

but somehow your absence made more sense

and I found myself much happier without you

I don’t believe that timing should be a barrier in moving a relationship forward. Maybe it makes it harder but it doesn’t make it impossible. I’m also a firm believer that things have a way of falling into place, they have a way of unfolding naturally and I’m a firm believer that if something is meant to happen, then against all odds, it will happen.

So if our story does not end here, I hope I’m still the same when you’re back.

I hope I don’t lose an inch of respect for you. I hope I can still admire your qualities whether you’re near or far and I hope I can still go to you for advice and I hope you still care.

I hope that when we meet again, we can still look at each other the way we did before timing and distance got in the way and I hope that the time we spent apart would help us realize what we truly meant to each other.

I hope our story is not like all other short stories; I hope our story is long, full of plot twists, surprises, lessons and I hope our story has a happy ending.

I hope we can look back at that time as an intermission, not an ending. As a cliff hanger, not the end of a show and I hope we’re meant to go our separate ways so we can reunite again stronger, wiser and more forgiving.

But if this is the end of our story; if this is all it will ever be, then I hope that when we meet again, we’re both happy, I hope we can still wish the best for each other because we both know how much we struggled to find meaning, to find love and find ourselves.

If I see you again and I don’t feel a thing, I hope there’s no bitterness, no resentment, and no sadness. I hope we can be a reminder of how God sometimes brings two people together to heal each other and once they’re both healed, they move on to better and bigger things.

Maybe healing is not the same thing as loving. Maybe other people heal you so other people can love you. Maybe we all improve each other for someone else.

But if this is the end of our story, then I want you to know that you are my favorite chapter, the chapter I will go back and read when I want to smile and the chapter I will go back and read when the story gets boring and I hope I’m your favorite chapter too.

If our story doesn’t have a happy ending, I hope we’re the chapter that led to it and I hope we are the reason why we started believing in happy endings again.

But if we are meant for each other, then I hope we’re both still on the same page when we meet again, that we can pick up exactly where we left off and keep writing the rest of our story together.

You need the kind of love that inspires you to become even more compassionate, even deeper, even softer. The kind of love that doesn’t make you regret giving your heart or being kind or exposing your vulnerability. You need the kind of love that restores your faith in humanity and in yourself. The kind of love that keeps you flowing with more to give, not the one that makes you feel empty and restless.

You need the kind of love that allows you to grow as an individual, the kind of love that doesn’t fill your mind with toxic thoughts or leave you feeling like you can’t do anything right. The kind of love that makes you sleep at night with one less thing to worry about. The kind of love that doesn’t give you nightmares or anxiety or makes you feel like you have to try so hard or compete for someone’s affection. The kind of love you can truly trust. 

You need the kind of love that stands by you on your weakest days, the kind of love that makes the hard times a little easier to get through. You need the kind of love that stays when it’s easier to leave and fights when it’s easier to give up. The kind of love that gives you more than one reason to hold on. You need the kind of love that makes you glow because you’re being loved in a way that fulfills you.

You need the kind of love that you don’t fear. The kind of love that doesn’t make you nervous thinking about the future. The kind of love that tames your raucous doubts and reminds you that the love you always wanted was never unreasonable but you were just asking those who couldn’t deliver.