Obsession: Don’t Get It Twisted, Sis

A negative pejorative tone, being dissed, or a judgmental jab, labeling someone obsessive with limited information on the subject is why sharing details about personal information is discouraged. And I turn completely off when this term is thrown around. Obsessive individuals engage in acts that are clearly outside of the norm. Like stalking, whether in person or online. A detachment from reality and living in many cases a distorted fantasy. Some cry obsessions because of its overused potential to take one down a notch. I call it flattery, reminding some that it is delightful to be thought of highly, considered, and deeply respected.

It is an honor, not a delusional, bewitched, fixation. No matter how you try to spin it.

As women, we can be our worst nightmare. We toss around labels that truthfully, are offensive. How can you label someone with half of a story? Are you familiar with their spiritual navigation? Do you know their values and beliefs?  We act as if there is only one way to do this. Obsession. When the reality is admiration. Antennas are up and connected. That person might even be a lesson. Why water it down to dilute it with the perversion of an obsession? Like a fragrance so thick but lost in translation.

And if that’s your calculation then perhaps you might need some introspection.

Some are on their journey, and while there, others are like necessary light posts. They lead the way, reminding us of our strengths and challenging faulty beliefs. Sometimes before we can get to the next level of our journey or spiritual ascension, we must go or grow through them: trial, error, and redemption. Things are unfolding, playing out—-what do you mean, an obsession?

 

Engaging in the encounter for however long it lasts, is the work, not objectification.

What did you learn from the last person you met who had energy so strong, bright, and magnetic? Kinetic? Don’t fearfully misjudge intention. Some people come to be the light and love in its purest form, which one can never disregard, or ignore: their identifiers heterosexual, married, enlightened.

Don’t do me!

 

Without going too far back, many women are obsessed with me! Ruining me that is. Fifty-seven, eleven of them STILL sabotaging my every move. Plotting, to ensure I won’t be gainfully employed, my military service explored, hoping I lose what I fought for. The job I have, which I AM GRATEFUL for the opportunity, is still like spies in a throwback movie: them sending ops to continue to surveil me.

That’s an obsession!

We can admire, build, and create when we can see the light in others and be drawn to it. We can help others rethink their trajectory via a simple interaction. Challenge antiquated beliefs that are stale and stagnate. What’s better than that? If you label me obsessive, count your days because my light will dim, turn off, and like a busy signal, or a click from a phone I don’t even use, you will be spiritually disconnected. I take this walk and my encounters seriously. If I noticed you through a crowd, and am drawn to you, it’s for a reason. Either I’m teaching you or you are teaching me. No homo. But what if there was an attraction? 

I T’ S  A  C O M P L I M E N T.  You’re welcome!

We can’t have safe emotions with other women, mankind, or circumspect connections because God forbid, we navigate on a higher plane. Link up in conversations so deep, and with vulnerability that creates power like the force of a tsunami. The pull and release that follow will transcend mankind when we see each other woman to woman and eye to eye.

Don’t get it twisted sis, the pull is our portion. Embrace the moment because time is steadily passing. This moment may not last forever.