Episode 1 - Wait for what? Welcome to season 2 of the Unfolding Podcast. I'm your host and friend, Yvonne Wink. It's been a minute. Wow, a lot has happened. So last season was, if you've been with me this far, last season was pretty heavy. This one, not so much. It's lighter. But God, no one tells you how hard it is to love someone who really doesn't love themselves or can't love themselves. And at what cost it is to your soul to hang on. And so I had to get that story, season one, out of my body. So thank you. Thank you for being there. Thank you for your support. I had to get it out, but who knew with me getting it out that it would become a map for others. Yeah, I've been through hell and I didn't break. I unfolded. However, my healing era, my emo era, is officially over. And now, I'm even more hilarious than I ever have been. And much more wiser. I'm still studying psychology and just living my best life on my terms. Not because life got easy or easier, but because I got stronger. So no, I'm not entering rooms quietly anymore. I'm kicking the door open. Silk robe, stilettos with the fur, and an extra dirty martini in my hand. Of course it has to be afternoon, but I'm also not lingering by the door anymore, hoping someone figures me out. I know my value. If you see it, cool, amazing. If you catch up, great. If not, I'm still having a really good time and I'm already onto the next chapter. My big aha last year, my lesson, shall we say. It wasn't about fixing or healing toxic, poorly behaved men or women. My lesson was to heal whatever in me connected me to them. To understand why I tolerated what I tolerated. And once I stopped pointing the finger, stop trying to heal other people, I had an opportunity to sit with myself, sit with my patterns, my blind spots, and that's where the real work was. That's also where my upcoming book, Traumatized by a Narcissist, if so, you may be entitled to compensation, that's where the book takes a turn. Because when you tell the truth, really tell it. It doesn't always finish when you want it. And yes, the book is finished. But here's the thing. I didn't rush the truth. I let it finish speaking. And boy, did it have much more to say. The plot twist. It's so real. It's so legit that I had to pull the book from it was in the beginning stages of production and I had to rewrite a portion of the conclusion. That's how big it was. No one saw this ending coming, including me. So it's going to delay the launch just a little, but I promise it's worth it because I continue to learn. And what I'm learning is sometimes life just says, hey, you're not done yet. OK, moving along, let me share a few updates. Let's see what we have here. I've got a new attitude, for sure. A new puppy. I some new goals. A few new travel destinations planned later this spring. Next week, I turn another year older. Another trip around the sun. This turn feels lighter, like a skip in my step or a limp. And a cane. But for the first time in a long time, my heart feels open. It feels light. Not because I'm chasing anything, but because I finally, finally feel at home in myself. I got a new mic, can you hear? Don't I sound so much more high tech? Like I actually know what I'm doing now. But I want to shout out to my daughter, Taylor's boyfriend, Jesse. This is gonna be a mouthful. Okay, let me explain. Jesse and his best friend, Phoenix, who is also my other daughter, Sydney's best friend, and basically the son I never had. That was a total mouthful, I know. Anyway, the two of them came together and bought me a new mic for Christmas. And it was the one that I had been talking about for months. And so I really want to shout out and just say thank you because I know I sound so much better. I've been testing it out for the last couple of weeks. But this also means that I'm officially out of the closet. Literally. I used to record these episodes inside of my closet. because the acoustics were much better and I put these soundboards up and so anyway whatever here I am back up on my bull- wait gotcha back up on my soap box just running my mouth laughing more healed still heavily caffeinated passport stamped and emotionally fluent so I might even walk the plank and date again this year it actually feels really big to say out loud I was thinking that earlier but I just said it now I've actually really loved the quiet of being single for all my single people. You know, you know that feeling, the way that you get to hear yourself think. I don't know. This is just a thought. I'm just thinking about it. I'm not sure I'm going to quite do it, but whatever. If I date again, let me tell you this. It won't be because I'm lonely and it definitely won't because won't be because I need a man. It'll be because it feels fun. It feels right. I've built a life I genuinely love. I take care of myself. I support myself financially. I feel emotional, emotionally stable and grounded and really clear about who I am and what I want. yeah, warning here, right? It's going to be a challenge. I get it. And if he's up for that, I might be interested. I'm not necessarily closed off. I'm just not chasing. He literally will, somebody will have to just knock at my front door. But in the meantime, I've been taking myself on dates. I love it. I take myself on trips. I buy myself flowers, compliment myself, walking past a mirror just saying, girl, you look good in that dress. If you've never tried that, you really need to. One of my biggest fears was being alone. Eating alone, being alone, sitting alone. And then I traveled solo. And let me tell you, you are alone a lot. But eventually, I started to love it. So, anyway, I'm back. Yep, season two. We're gonna do this again. This time, I'm here with darker hair. I'm a brunette again. Thicker skin, thicker thighs. better boundaries, new insights, a few new friends, new listeners. Thank you to everyone who has been sharing my podcast. And I just want to send a big heartfelt thank you. I'm in my yes era right now. I just got back from a whirlwind girls trip in Las Vegas. I'm still catching up on my sleep. But it reminded me how precious life is. Just say yes. Okay, here's how it went down. Cousin Monica called me Thursday night and says, pack your bag loser, we're going to Las Vegas tomorrow. I'm like, wait, what, what? I was already in my pajamas, laying in bed with my midnight snack stacked on my desk, on my computer with a big pile of everything that I needed to go through. And she says, new addition, boys to men, Tony Braxton. That's all she said. She said, your flight's already booked. See you in the morning. That, that right there, that is the energy I'm talking about. Obviously I said yes, I had to, right? She had me at new edition. Anyway, we had the absolute best time. We were laughing and dancing and just being ridiculous. I was basically serenading the band. I was singing away. I knew every word to every song. I even kind of rose from, I think it was what? Robbie, Bobby, Ricky or Mike. yeah, I went there. Okay. Here's the part that really mattered. Okay. I was surrounded by smart, funny. emotionally intelligent women. No tearing each other down, no competition, no jealousy, just women who lift each other up. See, good friends, they don't make you feel small. They don't drain you. They don't, certainly don't keep score. Good friends say, pack your bag, loser, your flight's booked. Life is happening, let's go. They remind you. who you are when you forget. They celebrate you when you're healing, not just when you're performing. That's what healthy friendship looks like. And honestly, that kind of love will change your life. So thank you, cousin Monica. When I started listing all of the zero reasons I couldn't get on the plane, I remembered something my mom said right before she passed. She looked at me and she said, wait for what? What are you waiting for? And I realized I had spent years waiting, waiting for the right moment, the right person, the right feelings, the right permission. Not because I didn't want more, but because I felt stuck. You ever felt that way? Stuck. A lot of us do. Life keeps moving, but inside you're just on pause. You feel paused. I spent a long time in survival mode. trying to keep my head above water. You know, I was going through the motions just like everyone, right? I was running on autopilot. And this year, well, actually it started last year, something really began shifting in me. And I just started saying yes, a lot. Yes to life. Yes to fun. Yes to adventure. Yes to conversations, good conversations, difficult conversations, easy conversations, just yes. to new experiences. Yes. Yes. Yes. And now I'm not just surviving, I'm living. When my mom said, wait for what? She wasn't rushing me. She was waking me up. She was asking me to stop waiting for something outside of myself and start listening to what was really inside me. It was one of those rare, beautiful moments. She was lucid for about 24 hours, right? The final surge of clarity. If anyone's experienced this, you know what I'm talking about. It's that heartbreaking, sacred moment, that window where you think they're back, they're healed. This was all a bad nightmare. Get your stuff on, get your clothes, pack your bags, we're going home. And then you realize this is their last lucid moment. And this is really goodbye. I'd asked her if she had any regrets in this lifetime. She didn't. None. What she wanted instead was to offer her heart, her heart to me, her last pieces of advice. These words, these things, these thoughts, these patterns, these sentiments that she, these words that I'll treasure forever. And one of them, sorry, I'm tearing up. And one of them was that simple question. I had no idea that I was going to that it was going to make me feel that or evoke that emotion in me. So I'm just riding with it. But I. One of that that simple question, wait for what? I've really, really tried to live my life on