all the other girls

Anyone who has ever had an ex has had to experience “the other girl.” It’s a scenario that can drain you to your very core, if you let it. It begins with the inevitable tug of the heart & later snowballs into a monster as the ego jumps in. More often than not, it’s dressed in apathy and catches you completely off guard.

I got to thinking this week that no matter how safe we’d like to feel in our daily activities, every situation is subject to the burn of “the other girl.” Whether it’s in your professional, personal, or social life there is always room for someone to swoop in unexpectedly and give you that emotional flick in the face. It can be the floor’s new ass-kissing analyst, the midriff showing princess your ex is dating, or that undergrad bum who just got an offer before you. (Getting anxious aren’t you?)

Let’s say it’s happening now; there is someone in your life who “poses a threat” to something that you want or to a way of your life you like as-is. Some of us trash them; others attack themselves (this is my poison of choice). No matter which way you throw it, it sucks. It creates more bs and honestly, who needs more? Our generation already generates twice as much as any other.

I find that I am most vulnerable when I am focused on “them” as opposed to my own work. When I start believing “the grass is greener” I am doomed. The next time you feel threatened in business, love, or life it’s very important that you take the time to settle down the ego.

You are package A, she/he/it is package B. There is no use in comparing the two; neither can produce the same result. Your work, love, and/or presence will always be unique. However, what you can do is try to figure out what is making you upset. Now, that would mean you have to be humble enough to accept that you are upset and most people never get that far.

I’m not sure when we programmed this into our systems. What the hell is wrong with admitting something stings? I, for one, have hung my apathy coat up this winter. Yea, you heard me. I’m done. The jig is up.


Kids, remember the composition notebooks that you’d have to journal in back in 2nd grade? It was so you got to know yourself, you know? Newsflash: you are far more complicated now! You should be walking around with that notebook stapled to your arm but for now, I invite you to figure this out.

Are you upset? Why?

Pencils up!


About Antonella Saravia

Antonella is a freelance writer. Graduated from Purdue University, Antonella is based out of New York City and Nicaragua, where she was raised. Follow her via Twitter @tonesaravia & Instagram via @tsaravia.

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