The hopeless romantic in me LIVED watching that Brooklyn Bridge scene in Sex and the City: The Movie. Hollywood did that!
Couples therapy was done. Miranda and Steve chose a public place to meet and went two weeks without contact to figure things out.
If they both showed up, the past was the past and they’d begin anew. Would Miranda forgive her cheating husband? Would Steve choose cold, neglectful Miranda?
The actors gave sighs of relief and showed looks of eased anxiety and fear, pure joy at seeing each other on the Brooklyn Bridge.
And of course, The Kiss.
I thought of that scene a lot as I faced the hard reality of my love life. I often felt rejected, like in my relationships we’d agreed to meet each other on the bridge, but he’d never showed up.
Someone can be madly in love with you and still not be ready. They can love you in a way you have never been loved and still not join you on the bridge.
Who You’re Supposed to Meet on the Bridge
I really wish it was genuine self-love, but mostly I was just fed up of the yearning. After reaching out for so long, my arm was tired.
So when past loves finally decided to meet me on the bridge, they saw me walking away instead.
Imagine if I’d walked up to a strange, but familiar person with the loud thought Is this who I think it is? Same kinky-curly hair. Same profile. Am I dreaming?
All eeriness rushing away as I take in her face. A mirror. She pulls me in. Tight. Of course.
Of course I’d meet myself on that fucking bridge.
All of the movie shock of running into your past self time traveling or meeting your evil doppelganger doesn’t apply here. Face to face, it makes total sense. Who else?
It’s taking me a long time to learn this lesson, but I’m doing the inner work and getting there, bit by bit. I’m about to hit you with a cliche: self-love is a journey. Don’t think you’ll get there in a day.
Where Are You on Your Journey?
Chances are, you’ll probably come across your fair share of “bridges” as you undergo deeper and deeper levels of self-love. But each experience is a much-needed mirror, a tight hug not even grandma can match.
Why wait for that movie-type love when you deserve it right now! Men and women are fickle–you have no choice but to live with yourself indefinitely.
Make the choice to unpack your traumas, insecurities, low confidence and self-esteem. Are you a friend to yourself?
It’s easier said than done, but you owe it to yourself to heal yourself and you can do that one new mistake at a time.
Tell me about your self-love journey below.