Alison
While we all go through various hardships in life, I feel that I have
finally reached a place where I can call myself a Heartless Bitch, not
because of anything that has happened to me but because of my reactions
to them. I have taken responsibility for my own life, stopped blaming
others, stopped feeling sorry for myself and as a result, have reached
such great personal inner peace that even when crap happens to me now, I
take it as a learning experience. Dwelling on the bad things takes time
away from appreciating the good things and thus, takes away from my
ability to build on my Heartless Bitchiness.
A Heartless Bitch is not proud of getting revenge, the last word or the
last laugh. A true Heartless Bitch can actually swallow her pride and
accept that something shitty has happened and learn from it. To me, the
ultimate complement is being told that I handled something stressful or
sad with grace rather than with venom. Anyone can rant and rave and go
down shooting when they feel they have been wronged. It takes a real
Heartless Bitch to hold your head up, accept that what’s done is done,
accept responsibility for your part and give yourself a kick in the ass
if needed, but ultimately, bow out with dignity.
I am not applying to join HBI so I can create a stage to vent about
crappy boyfriends, stressful jobs, surprise health problems, back
stabbing friends or any of the other bumps, ok sometimes mountains, that
life puts in the road. I am applying because I wish to be part of a
community of women who use their life experiences and intellect to
increase inner strength, attitude and yes, heart.
Yes! I want to read more from Real Life Heartless Bitches
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